2 comments/  24142 views/  4 favorites

Making Music

By: Moondrift



Bold is youth when in its ignorance it steps out to put the world to rights, or achieve some end for which it is not yet fitted.

Thus I stepped forth boldly declaring I would write a musical stage show to be put on at our church by the church youth group.

I had never written a play and could not read a note of music but it was all in my head. Perhaps that was where it should have stayed until such time as I had learned the art of writing dialogue and music, maybe when I was in my thirties, or even never and certainly not at nineteen.

"It's easy," I affirmed before the gathered youth, "all shall be accomplished in short order." They, being but mere mortals gazed in what I thought was adoration at me; now I know they were really thinking, "If the bombastic idiot is prepared to undertake this arduous task and not call upon us to labour with him, then let him proceed."

Thus is came to pass that I set the insertion point racing across the computer screen as words poured forth. Undoubtedly, to my mind, the result was a masterpiece of adventure and romance based upon a cursory reading of Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud, penetrating, as I thought, to the dark depths of the human psyche.

The words came easily enough, or so I flattered myself, but then I came upon the stone of stumbling, namely, the music. Here I tripped and fell flat on my creative face. Yes, the words of the songs were there, and in my head they sang aloud, but how to get it out of my head in the form of sounds that others could hear?

This problem I was discussing with a group of post church service worshippers, including among them the church organist, a buxom, ebullient lady of some thirty years, large busted and bright of appearance, Halushka Smith by name, married to Stan Smith and having one female child, Marion, of some six years.

On hearing my difficulties Halushka said, "Daniel, I can help. Sing your songs to me and I shall write down the music. Come to my house on this day at this time, and together we shall make music."

Now here I must pause to expand on my description of Halushka, because, you must understand, there were many who yearned to make music, metaphorically speaking, with the desirable Halushka, all of them being of the male gender. As to the ladies of our congregation, their response to Halushka leaned more towards feelings of envy.

You see, not only was Halushka buxom of figure, standing some five feet six or seven inches in height and ample of bosom, but her cheerful round face, with dark sparkling eyes, pert nose and full lips, conveyed the not unwarranted impression of being attractive. Many, not excluding my self, envied husband Stan the happy nights of Halushka bonking we imagined he enjoyed.

Perhaps in my male concern with the female figure I have been remiss in not adding that she was a bloody good musician.

The offer to partner Halushka in the making of music set my heart pounding. Perchance we should be alone in intimate confabulation? Not, you understand that I anticipated a carnal outcome to such a meeting, but the mere fact that I was to be given a private audience by Queen Halushka would allow me to bask in the envy of my fellowmen.

So it was on the appointed day and time of the audience I arrived on the doorstep of the Smith abode, armed with pens, pencils, paper and the words of songs. On ringing the doorbell I was almost instantly admitted by the smiling and delicious Halushka.

She was clad in a most fetching loose garment of soft white cloth that had a taunting way of hanging in delightful folds from the nipple points of her breasts.

"Come in Daniel...come in...this way."

I was guided to a room in which stood an upright piano.

"Now, let's have a look at what you've got."

I handed her some sheets of paper with my songs set out upon them. Halushka stood scanning through them for a moment, then seated her self on the piano stool and put the papers on the music rest. I ensconced myself in an armchair and awaited developments. 

Halushka had another look at the sheets, then setting all but one aside, took some manuscript from the top of the piano and said, "We'll work on this one. Now, you said you know the tune you want, so how does it go?"

I couldn't see which one she had selected so I said, "Which one is it?"

"The Spectre of Raspberry Lane."

"Ah, yes, it goes like this."

I hummed and whistled for a few seconds, and then Halushka said, "For goodness sake, Daniel, what are you doing right over there, come and sit beside me so we can work together, I won't eat you." I didn't know about her eating me, but I had a definite desire to consume her.

The piano stool was one of those bench types on which it is possible for two people to sit, just. I suppose they were designed for people wanting to play duets. I sat beside her and had the thrill of feeling her thigh pressed against mine. This detracted a little from the task at hand, and increased my desire to consume her, but I made the effort and concentrated.

Ignorant of what was involved I had no idea how long the work would take. An hour later I was still humming, whistling and going "la...la," and Halushka was constantly erasing and rewriting the notes, all the time making suggestions like, "Try it this way," or "Try it that way." Her words reminded me of a girl friend I'd once had who liked to experiment.

After and hour and half we had arrived at what we thought was a satisfactory tune. She played while I sang it through, and I have to say it wasn't bad. Under Halushka's guidance I had a better tune than the one that had been in my head to start with.

As we progressed I noticed that Halushka's thigh pressed increasingly more firmly to mine, and she kept giving me what I can only describe as coquettish sideways glances, and I could occasionally feel her breast pushed against my arm. As she wrote down the notes her pink little tongue would flicker over her lips, and I became aware of a delicious female fragrance that seemed to emanate from her.

It was all very disturbing for a young and potent male, especially as I had been deprived of coitus for at least a fortnight. To explain, it was the long summer vacation, the institution where I was studying was closed, and my fellow student and sex partner had gone westward on a home visit. So far I had not succeeded in finding a replacement.

I hope that explains why, in close proximity to Halushka, I was finding it difficult to hide an erection and focus on music making at the same time. Both having as their basis the creative urge it's difficult to concentrate when both are present.

Halushka took another song from my collection entitled, "Rosemary's Night of Love," she said, "Daniel, this is a bit sexy for a church presentation don't you think?" 

"It is a depiction of the soul's true flight on wings of spiritual love that must inevitably find its fulfilment in the physical union of man and woman and its ultimate creative outcome." I had just made that up and had no idea what it meant, but no matter, it didn't sound too bad. 

Halushka looked at me oddly and murmured, "Oh really? Well, this is a bit more complicated than the other one, sweetheart, it could take a while; have you got the time?"

I noted with a thrill of excitement the use of the endearment, "Sweetheart."

Once more in my musical ignorance I had thought we'd have the whole lot done in a couple of hours; now I could see it was going to be a long time. "I'm on vacation," I explained, "so if you're available we can make it almost any time."

"Lovely," she murmured, "let's not do anymore today. We can relax for a while and have a cup of tea and you can tell me more about this show your writing. Come into the kitchen and talk to me."

While she made the tea I sat at the table and tried to explain to her the plot of my musical. To be perfectly honest, I thought of it as a musical then, but looking back, it was a sort of play with songs inserted.

The tea ready, Halushka said, "Let's go into the lounge and be comfortable, shall we."

In the lounge she seated herself on a divan and I went to sit in an armchair. Halushka protested, "Why are you sitting miles away from me again? Do I smell bad or are you still afraid that the wicked woman will devour you?"

I made my way to the divan and putting my teacup on the little table beside it, and saying boldly, "No, in fact you smell very nice," I sat. It was one of those very soft divans that seem to engulf you, and unprepared for its yielding upholstery I found myself flopping backwards to almost lie prone.

"That's right," said Halushka, "relax."

Taking her own advice she relaxed beside me and said, "So you think I smell nice, do you? What do I smell of?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that question acceptably. I wanted to say, "You smell sexy," but going for a less salacious reply I said, "You smell womanly."

"Mmm," she intoned, "that's just as well since I am a woman." 

She had huddled up against me and I was having a struggle to cope with my hotting up emotions. Aware as I was that Halushka, whatever her attractions, was after all a respectable married woman with a child, and a church organist to boot, I had seen her as off limits however alluring she was.

The moment was saved when Halushka, seeming to resolve something in her own mind, sat up, and taking her cup began to drink her tea. I followed suit, and struggling out of the grasp of the divan, I took up my own cup.

Halushka became business like and said, "I think we'd better leave it for today. Marion will be home soon and I've got to get the evening meal to get ready."

"Where is Marion?" I asked.

"She's at her grandmother's place; some of her school friends live near my mother so she goes to play with them, and mother loves to have her."

We finished our tea and Halushka said, "What about tomorrow? We can make it earlier if you like, and work longer."

"Fine," I said, "what time."

"Nine-thirty; Marion will be gone to her grandmother's by then and we can work uninterrupted, in fact, why don't you stay for lunch then we can work on in the afternoon?"

"Nearly a whole day with Halushka, wonderful, but I'll have to keep my emotions in check though," I thought.

As I left a car drew up and out got a lady who was an older image of Halushka, followed by Marion, a younger image of Halushka. I was briefly introduced to the lady as, "My friend Daniel; we're writing some music together." 

"Good," said the lady, who had been introduced as 'My mother Marlene'," "It'll take your mind off..." I caught a glance flitting between the two women and Marlene didn't finish her sentence.

I wandered home both pleased and frustrated; pleased because we had at least got one song completed, and frustrated because Halushka's disturbing presence and manner had got me so worked up. For all my disturbance, I was delighted to be going to her place next day for a long session.

That night in bed thoughts of Halushka's nearness, the pressure of her thigh against mine, her breast against my arm, the brief huddling on the divan and her tantalising fragrance haunted me, and I had to relieve myself by hand.

Next morning I was promptly on her doorstep. When she opened the door I saw that the loose flowing dress of the day before had gone, to be replaced by a white cotton skirt and a loose top that not only behaved like the dress, hanging from the points of her breasts, but was somewhat translucent. It was a "Now you see it; now you don't see it," arrangement, in that I could see the shadow of her breasts beneath the thin cloth.

Typical male, in the past I had wondered if that lusty bosom collapsed when released from those female restraints. Now I need wonder no more; those generous mammary glands were unbridled and swinging free, and were just as engaging as they had appeared to be when less visible.

This time I needed no invitation to sit beside her at the piano though how the hell I was going to concentrate on the task I didn't know. Halushka didn't seem to notice my anguish and looking a trifle stern she got down to work. I battled to try and recall the tune I'd wanted, but Halushka's thigh, the shadowy sight of her breasts and her fragrance kept intervening.

We worked for about an hour, at the end of which Halushka said, "Daniel, you don't seem to have your mind on the job, it's off somewhere else. Let's take a break and see if we can't get you back on track."

It was tea making again and at one stage Halushka stood staring at me intently, then she said very softly, "I know what your problem is Daniel, you want a little loving."

She drew close to me and I stammered, "W-w-what do you mean?"

"It's no use pretending, Daniel, I could see soon after you arrived yesterday what you wanted."

If I was astounded by the bluntness of her declaration, I was even more astounded by what she said next.

Calmly and coolly with a smile on her face she said, "I like a bit of loving too, Daniel."

We might have entered into a philosophical discussion at that point on the definition of "Love," but Halushka settled the matter by coming to me, putting her arms round me, pressing her body close and kissing me with warm moist lips and a flickering tongue.

"Mmm, that was nice," she murmured in an alluring voice, "You certainly need some loving."

She took one of my hands and slipped it up under her top to place it on her breast. I felt its warm mountainous firmness as she pressed my fingers over it. She kissed me again, this time pushing her tongue into my mouth and began to rotate her hips against me.

I felt her pull down the zip of my shorts and taking my penis into her hand she said, almost as if inviting me to have another cup of tea, "Yes, you're definitely ready for some love." 

I was at a loss to know what to do next since Halushka's calm, smiling and deliberate approach was unlike anything I'd experienced before. My previous experiences had all involved such tedious discussions as, "Shall we?" "Shan't we?" "You do love me don't you?" "You'll still respect me afterwards?" 

The electric kettle boiled and as if disappointed at being ignored, clicked itself off. I was boiling too and Halushka was tugging overheated Daniel into the lounge, there to gently urge him onto the divan, while she divested herself of top, skirt and panties. I write this in the third person because it was almost as if this was happening to someone else.

I looked at her, feasting my eyes on her large, firm naked breasts, and seeing the dark line of short and curly pubic hair that beginning at her plump mons ended just above the cleft of her vulva.

She gently pushed me so I lay on my back and then proceed to remove my shorts and shirt. 

"My God," I thought, "she's planned all this."

She bent over me and holding one of her breasts she placed its rosy nipple against my mouth, running it back and forth over my lips. There was no question about what was wanted, so I took the nipple into my mouth to suckle it.

"There, that's nice, isn't it darling?"

Her voice came from a long way off since she was sending me into space by masturbating me.

My sucking and her manipulation of my penis went on for some time until I was close to ejaculating. Halushka must have sensed I was about to come, and she laughed and said, "No, not yet my sweet," and her hand stopped massaging me.

"You said you liked my smell, so, my love, you're going to smell me properly."

Her vagina was over my face and being lowered to push against my mouth.

I heard her voice above me, "Now you can smell properly me and taste me as well."

Her outer lips were parted slightly and I could see the wet pink inner lips. Here was the opportunity to fulfil my desire, to consume her and I set about the task with relish. My tongue explored her inner lips and then entered her tunnel. She had a sweet musky aroma and she tasted of honey. From the copious amount of fluid that saturated my face it was clear she most definitely needed "loving."

After a few minutes of this delicious vaginal thraldom Halushka moved away to lie on her back and spreading her legs wide said, "Now love me nicely."

I came over and penetrated, feeling the soft, moist warmth of her vaginal canal clinging to my invading manhood. She waited until I was in to my full length, then I felt her vaginal muscle contract to grip my shaft like a clamp. I gave an ecstatic yell, and almost casually she asked, "Is that nice, darling?"

"Oh my God, yes." My positive response got its reward in a series of rhythmic grasps and releases that almost had me coming without my moving in her. Eventually she had mercy and I was released to begin my drawing back and thrusting into her.

I was struggling to hold back my ejaculation as Halushka, from being the dominant one in this essay into sexual union, seemed to become submissive, starting to make soft mewling noises that sounded like "Ohneeew...ohneeew..."

Suddenly she convulsed and screamed out, "Eeeeow, God...eeeeow," and she was clutching at me as she thrashed up and down. 

That ended my orgasmic restraint; up pumped my semen, bursting from my urethra into her. 

This brought more cries from her that sounded like the lament of a wounded animal, and I added my groans to her howling.

The last little spurt of semen ejected, I relaxed over her while she, now much quieter but still murmuring incomprehensibly, finished her orgasm.

If I had been surprised at the course of events thus far, I was further surprised when with my penis still in her vagina Halushka looked up at me and smiling asked, "Does that feel better, darling?"

I tried to play it as coolly as her saying, "Yes thank you, much better, and are you feeling better?"

"Mmm, yes, you've had some practice at this, haven't you, you naughty boy, and I'd thought I might be having a virgin. Never mind, it was very satisfactory, and we must try it again later. Now I think we ought to do some work...on the music I mean. We needn't be bothered to get dressed yet because there's no one to see us. Now just pull out of me...for a while at least."

I pulled out of her and she rose and slipped out of the room saying, "We don't want to do it again while I'm still full of you, do we? And we don't want sperm all over the piano stool." After a few moments I heard running water.

On her return she said, "You go and clean up, it's better to make a fresh start each time, don't you think?"

Mystified as I was by Halushka's approach to copulating and its aftermath, I must admit that our composing was inspired during the next hour, so it seems that a fulfilling creative act in one area has spins offs in others. 

All went well, musically speaking until Halushka began to stroke my penis saying, "I think its loving time again, sweetie."

I must say she was not selfish since this time she returned the oral sex compliment by taking my penis into her mouth and letting me ejaculate into it. This too was a new experience for me – not the actual oral sex – because with other women they had always pulled away, leaving me to shoot my sperm into the air. I must say that Halushka seemed exceedingly expert in this stimulation of the male organ, sucking and licking her way down my length, until she drew from me an outburst of semen and commenced swallowing.

Halushka did not seem to expect me to do anything for her, and in the end, with a mouthful of my sperm, she once more left the room, to return a few minutes later, calm and smiling.

"Did you like that Daniel?"

"Er...yes thank you."

"Good; now I think we mustn't be too greedy so we can get on with some more work, then you'll have to go. We can't do anything tomorrow because I can't send Marion to my mother everyday, and also its shopping day; how about the next day at the same time?" 



Making Music



David had taken music as a joke. It wasn't particularly hard and he was instrumentally gifted – that is, he picked up most instruments easily. It had been a fill in subject. A subject to go where there was no subject. He didn't pay attention in class and crammed before the exams. He didn't practise his nominated instrument (the saxophone) and he learned his pieces the night before. And he still managed an A. David had been doing music for two years. He had had two music teachers and he wouldn't have been able to tell you their names, their hair colours or even if they were white or black. He just didn't care.

But in his senior year of high school, something changed. David began to pay attention. Every day he'd go to class and he'd listen and watch. He wouldn't take notes. He wouldn't look in his textbook, or focus when he was asked to play an instrument. He sat there, watching and listening to the teacher. There was a reason too. 

First day of class, David had started off as he usually would. He was five minutes late to class, and was greatly surprised to see he wasn't the last one to arrive. The teacher had yet to show. He made his way to his seat up the back and sat down. He grabbed his Ipod, laid back and began listening to music. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Moments later he was woken up, his earphones removed painfully from his ears. He looked up to see a young woman looking down at him. She didn't seem angry, but she looked mildly annoyed. 'Not in this class. It may be music but we won't be listening to rap or pop. Put it away so we can begin.' She said, turning around and walking back to the front of the class.

David responded as he usually did to this sort of statement. He lay back, putting his headphones back in, and turned the volume up louder. He shut his eyes again, but not five seconds later, the music in his headphones ceased. David looked up again to see the teacher standing over him, but this time she was holding his Ipod. 'No one passes my class without attending and paying attention.' She walked back to the front of the class and placed the Ipod on the desk. 'For those of you that weren't listening, my name is Ms. Fletcher. I'm replacing Mr.Rudland for the year. Are there any questions before we begin?' She asked, avoiding David's murderous stare.

'Yeah. I have one.' David said, placing his hand nonchalantly in the air.

'Yes, Mr.Roberts?' she replied, looking directly at him.

'Who's Mr.Rudland?' he asked, as the class burst into laughter.

'Mr. Rudland was last year's music teacher David. Just so we are clear and you don't have to ask, I am this year's music teacher and my name is Ms.Fletcher.' she said with confidence. 'Any other questions David?'

'Just one, Ms.Fletcher.' He replied, impressed by her calm response but not making it visibly known. 'Can I have my Ipod back?' The class laughed again.

'No, Mr Roberts, you may not and you will get it back once you have demonstrated to me a will to learn in this class. Now, I believe last year you completed your work on Beethov – '

It was strange to David. A teacher, especially a new one, never ever impressed him. But the confidence she had was undeniably impressive, especially considering her age. She was young, about 25, but she had an aura around her that seemed to emanate confidence. Impressed or not, David was still pissed about losing his Ipod on the first day of class and decided the best way to let her know was to do what he usual did. Fuck around.

And so he did. For the first few weeks, David did everything in his power to ignore her. He didn't copy notes, he brought in footballs, tennis balls and he played Pokemon on Game Boy. He even went the extra yard to almost deliberately annoy her. Every time he'd step too far out of line she'd pull him back in. She didn't do it angrily. Never once lost her temper. And soon David began to behave himself. Not because she was winning, but because he was impressed. And not just with her calm and collected style.

David began to notice her. Not like before though. David began to really notice her. He noticed the clothes she was wearing. He noticed the curves of her body. He noticed the colour of her eyes and the way her hair fell across her face. He noticed the small button nose, her soft, supple skin and the shape of her moist lips. Yes, Ms.Fletcher had David's attention, but he wasn't learning music.

She was short, around 5'4, with blondish hair that feel just below her shoulders. She was relatively thin, with small breasts and slightly larger hips. Every day she would wear tight jeans and a tank top to perfectly compliment her small figure. She was graceful too. When she played the violin or the piano, a look would come over her beautiful green eyes that would envelop you, draw you into her music and ignite a passion you had no idea existed.

David definitely noticed her now. As the weeks passed, he began to actually listen to her as well. He moved closer to the front of the class and he began to answer questions and volunteer to play instruments. Ms.Fletcher began to favour David whenever he'd raise his hand, and she'd talk more often to him than any of the class while giving lectures.

David was not the only one to have noticed her however. Every other guy in the class had been discussing what they'd like to do to her. For some reason David didn't join in on this one. They'd all drop their pencils on the floor to see if she'd bend over and pick it up for them. David would almost get angry every single time someone would try it, but every time he'd be relieved to see she had the sense to ignore them. The woman was beautiful, smart and confidant. 

David decided to try to get a little closer. He stayed back after class. 'What's on your mind, David?' She said, as she collected her things together.

David took a deep breath. 'It's about this cello piece you gave us to play. I can't seem to get it right.' It was a blatant lie, but he figured God would forgive him.

'Well what particular part is giving you the trouble?' She asked, walking across to him and sitting on the desk, looking at the notes on his page.

'Well… um…' he said, unsure. 'The cello?'

'Ha. An instrument you couldn't master? I never thought I'd see the day.' She said, punching him playfully on the arm. 'Well how about this? I have Tuesday afternoons off. We can work on it then if you would like. Say, three-fifteen?'

'Tomorrow? That would be great. Thanks Miss.' He said, quickly packing up his things and heading to his next class.

For the next 24 hours, David couldn't think of anything but Ms Fletcher. Lots of different fantasies were running round and round his head. He had no idea how he made it to classes, and he had no memory of ever leaving the last one. Finally the bell signalled the end of his last class and he headed for the music centre. It was three o'clock, but he figured being early would not matter. He arrived at the door to see and hear Ms Fletcher playing the cello.

She was seated on the piano seat facing the door, the cello leaned up against her. Her head was down and her eyes were closed, her hair falling over her face as she played. Her left deftly played the right notes as her right made loving motions with the bow. The music wafted over to David as he watched her play, seeing her beauty and passion at once. He wished to be able to see that passion in her face for him.

David knocked on the door and she looked up, smiling a welcome as she finished the piece she was playing. David sat behind the desk closest to her and continued to watch her admiringly. She no longer put her head down, but looked at David the whole time, giving him the impression she was playing for him. As she ended the piece with a long, final note, David applauded quietly and smiled.

'Thank you David. Now how about we get started on your piece. You're having difficulty playing the cello are you?' she asked, standing up and placing the cello carefully against her seat.

'Yes Miss Fletcher. I just can't seem to get it right.' He said.

'Firstly, outside of school hours, my name is Julie. Ok?' David nodded his head, 'Sit down a show me what you can do.'

Moving the cello slightly so he could sit, he leaned it back up against himself. He began to play it perfectly before realising he was supposed to be playing badly.

'No, go back to how you started. That was good.' Dave pretended to try but he deliberately kept his technique terrible. 'Ok, stop. First of all, you have to keep a straight back in order to play the cello.' Dave straightened a little. 'Straighter…' she said. He straightened a little more, but short of what he knew was necessary. Before he knew what had happened, Miss Fletcher was seated behind him on the piano seat, legs either side of his ass. 'Like this.' She said, grabbing his waist and pulling his body against hers until it was completely straight.

David felt the heat of her body on his back. He felt her breasts against his shoulder blades and the feel of her crotch against his ass. He felt her breath on his neck, and the last thing he was thinking about was music. All sorts of different scenarios rushed through his mind as body caressed body.

'Now play David.' She said, moving back slightly so they weren't touching, but ensuring he continued his straight posture. The moment David began to play he deliberately slackened his back, and he felt Miss Fletcher's body against his again. He also felt his cock begin to grow inside his pants as her crotch moved against his ass. He wondered if she was aware of their proximity and hoped she was thinking similar thoughts. 'Keep playing David.' He started again, and this time she continued to help him hold his posture.

'Keep your bow elbow up David.' She said, removing her right hand to pressure his elbow up. The feel of her soft hand on his arm was all David could think about as his erection continued to grow. Time and time again he'd drop his elbow or bend his back as she retreated from him, and time and again she'd return, placing her body against him. 'Here, I'll show you.' She said, reaching for the cello and the bow.

'I can't reach it from here. Do you mind if we switch positions.' David had absolutely no problem with that at all, but worried that his now fully erect penis might be discovered. David stood and moved behind her, legs either side of her ass. It was now that he took in her figure again. She was small, and relatively thin. She was wearing a tank top, which revealed her bronzed shoulders. Her collarbone was clearly visible from this close position and it was all David to could do not to lean down and suck on it.

'Closer David.' She said, putting a hand behind his back and urging him forward. He moved forward slightly, stopping just before his crotch touched her ass. 'I'm not gonna bite David. Right up against me. That's the only way you'll learn.' David took a deep breath and moved forward the rest of the way. He felt his cock press up against her tight ass, and he heard her take a sharp breath. 

'Now,' she said, a little hesitancy in her voice, 'Pick up the bow.' He could feel the nervousness in her voice, in the way her body quivered. It was the first time she'd showed any sort of weakness, and while her confidence was an incredible turn on, the fact that he could now break that was a bigger one. David reached for the bow that was on her leg, and ran his fingers over her thigh slightly before picking it up. Goose bumps appeared on her neck and David smiled slightly. 'Play when you're comfortable, David.' He decided to take it literally and rearranged himself on the seat, making sure to rub his cock firmly between his teacher's ass cheeks. 

She said nothing as she felt his shaft against her, his body against his, his hot breath against her collarbone. This boy was turned on by her. She knew it. And truth be told he turned her on. The heat of his body was pulsating through her. The feel of his cock in her ass cheeks felt so right. She could feel the fire from his cock against her ass, and in turn she knew her pussy would be dripping from excitement. It was so wrong, but she knew she wanted it.

David began to play, not wanting to risk fidgeting too long in case she became weary. This time he kept his posture straight, enjoying the feel of her body against his. 'You're still doing it wrong David. Your notes are fine but your bow hand is atrocious. Here.' She said, placing her hand on top of his. David was aware of every bit of skin that touched his own, and felt his cock harden further. He was sure that she had felt it too, because she paused slightly and breathed.

'Now, keep your elbow as high as mine, and you'll have it in no time.' David raised his elbow to hers, so that his entire arm made contact with her skin. And then they began to play. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed until they were playing it at the right pace. Her soft hands seem to caress his in the right direction, her grip never releasing his arm and goose bumps ran up their skin. The music surrounded them and they both began to relax and enjoy it as they played. 

David closed his eyes and listened carefully to the music, dropping his head slightly until his face was in her head. Her smell hit his nostrils and immediately combined with the music. He felt her tilt her head back as the music overcame them. David felt every bit of skin she touched, and was aware that his left cheek was caressing her right cheek. Slowly the music began to drift away as the only thing he became aware of was her. Her sweat, her smell, her touch, her skin. It was there, waiting to be touched. It needed to be touched.

And just like that, it was over. She had stood, gathering her things. 'I… umm… think you have it David…' she said. Her face was flushed and she was avoiding his gaze. Resigning to the fact it would go no further here, he thanked her as she left the room. She turned around in the doorway. 'David, how often do you go clubbing?'

For the next week and a half David wondered about her quick departure. What was the relevance of her question? Did she leave because she was uncomfortable and didn't want anything to do with him? Or did she leave because she was about to lose control? Either way, she had not offered another lesson that Tuesday, nor had they been in private contact since. It was last period on Friday and he was waiting for it to end so he could go out and get drunk. The bell finally ran and he raced down the halls to his locker. He grabbed his bag and slammed the door shut, just as Miss Fletcher walked by.

'Hey Miss.' He said, hoping she wouldn't ignore him.

'Hi David.' She said, a little bit quieter than usual. 'Happy birthday.'

'Thanks Miss. I really appreciate that.' How had she known it was his birthday?

'Nineteen now, huh? Are you going out tonight?' She asked him.

'Yeh. I'm going to the Regatta. Should be a good night' He said.

'Well I hope it is David. Have a happy birthday.' She said, smiling warmly and touching him lightly on the arm. A tingle went down David's back as she walked off, his memories of the previous Tuesday refreshed and an erection quickly developing in his pants. 

He stood there, stunned. It was all he could think about. Until Jake came up to him. 'Come on man. The boys and me have a surprise for you. Let's go.'

'But I gotta get changed dude…'

'No time for that, lets go!' He said, dragging David until he followed him out to his truck. He was blindfolded as the truck started off, and it was 15 minutes before the truck came to a stop. He was led away from the truck and it wasn't long before he heard lots of talking and loud music playing in the back ground. He was led through the place, gaining a few bumps and bruises from misdirection, until he was forced to sit down.

'Now dude. I want you to close your eyes as a take off your blindfold, and I only want you to open them when I say to.' Jake said. David complied and the blindfold was removed. 'Open em.' Jake said, and David's saw a massive pair of tits in his face before someone was shoving his face against them and moving his head back and forth. When his captor finally released him, he looked up to see a reasonable looking woman with huge tits and a fit body. Looking around he could see what he had originally thought. He was in a strip club.

'Now, Candice. I think this should be enough to pay for his first lap dance, don't you think?' Jake said, putting a hundred dollars in her g-string. 'Enjoy Dave.' He said, before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

Candice wasted no time getting started, immediately sitting on his lap and slowly grinding her pelvis against his crotch. She was wearing nothing but a g-string with a single see-through triangle front. She rubbed her tits over David's body as she worked, and it took David all of ten seconds to get hard. 'Hi Candice.' He said, breathing heavily already as her mound ground against his fully erect cock through his pants.

'Hey baby.' She said, moving her tits so they brushed against his face as she moved. 'Anything in particular you really like?' She asked, speeding up a little as she felt his breathing quicken.

'Your doing fantastic Candice. I couldn't ask for anything better.' By now David was ready to explode. Candice knew what she was doing and it was an effort not to cum.

'Are you sure, baby?' she said seductively, running a finger down his body, pausing her grind to rub his cock through his pants. 'It's not every day I feel the urge to do extra with a client.' And she continued her grind.

'Thank you…' David replied, struggling to maintain his breath, and his composure. 'For the offer, but maybe another time Candice.' He replied, and it took all his will to decline.

'You sure baby?' She asked, lifting herself off of him, and turning around, sitting on his backwards. She proceeded to grind her ass against his cock, leaning back against him so he could smell her heavenly scent, and see her tits rise and fall with each grind. 'No extra charge and I'd let you do anything to me.' She said, leaning her head back and discretely licking his neck. David began to thrust back as the pleasure took him over. His hips began to thrust at Candice, increasing the friction between her crotch and his penis.

'Anything?' He said, his will breaking down.

'Anything…' She said, turning her neck to kiss him fiercely on the lips. David reached around her front and began rubbing her mound through her g-string with his right hand. With his left he played with her breast as she moaned her approval. Candice started sucking and licking his neck, continuing to grind against his crotch. It was now that Candice stood and turned around, grabbing David's belt buckle and undoing his pants. She showed David to the couch in the corner where David sat back, pants around his ankles.

Candice stepped up onto the couch, legs either side of David and her crotch in his face. David sat up quickly, grabbing her g-string with his teeth and then pulling them down. Then he began to play with her pussy as she moaned, tweaking her nipples. David's tongue quickly found her pussy lips and Candice placed one leg on the top of the couch to allow him better access. She was moaning uncontrollably as he licked and sucked on her cunt, and she reached down to play with his balls. Turning around, Candice lowered herself onto his cock and immediately began bouncing up and down.

She was fairly loose, but David was close enough to his orgasm to realise he wouldn't last long. He ran his finger down her body and began playing with her clit as she continued to bounce on his pelvis. She seemed to moan louder as he did this, increasing her tempo and slamming her pussy down on his cock. 'You're fucking a stripper David. Fuck me. Fuck me Dave. Use me. I wanna feel your cock deep inside me. Fuck me David.' She said between breaths as he thrust up at her, his cock easily sliding in and out of her loose wet cunt.




Making Music



'Dave. I'm gonna cum. You're making me feel so good. You're fucking a stripper and loving it Dave. Fuck me. Make my cunt raw. I want your cock so bad! Fuck me Dave.' She said, moaning louder all the time. Slaps of skin hitting skin surrounding the room and she bounced harder and faster, her moans turning into squeals at every thrust. 'Dave I'm coming. Fuck me Dave!' She said as she let out an enormous squeal, her body tightening immensely and her pussy doing the same. 

She paused half way up his cock as her orgasm came over her, moaning and running a hand through her hair. David continued to thrust his cock at her, sliding in and out of her convulsing pussy. She seemed to quickly get over it and started to bounce up and down on him again, sweat pouring off her body from the effort. 'I'm gonna cum soon.' Dave said, the cum building up inside of him.

Immediately Candice jumped off his cock, kneeling in front of him and jacking him off as she aimed his cock at her face. David couldn't hold on any longer and grunted heavily as stream after stream of thick heavy cum exploded from his cock onto Candice's face. The first stream hit her eye, the second her lips and the third her chin until she put her mouth over Dave's cock and began to suck the cum down with pleasure. She looked seductively up at him as the cock slid from her mouth and she smiled. 'Happy birthday David.' She said.

Suddenly the mirror on Dave's right lit up, and he realised what it was as all 6 of his mates laughed and cheered at him from behind the window. He grinned slightly, looking down at Candice as she smiled up at him. 'Thank you Candice.' He said, pulling up his pants.

Outside the door he was met by all his mates, who cheered loudly when he emerged and patted him on the back. Then they headed out the door to the car. 'Happy birthday, Dave!'

'Good present guys.' He said, grinning wildly. 'But somehow I think it was more for you than me.'

'Fuck yeh!' they agreed. 'Do you think we'd get you a present without something being in it for us? Fuck no!' Jake said. They all laughed as they pulled up to the Regatta Night Club, ready to party. David was exhausted. No one could blame him. But he knew his night was far from over. The moment he got inside the club people were throwing drinks at him. His mates were buying him shots, girls were buying him beers to get his attention, the bartender was shouting him rum because it was his birthday. It was wild.

All Dave could hear was the music as he made his way through the nightclub, a drink in each hand. Girls he knew and girls he didn't all ask him to dance and he didn't let any of them down. He was incredibly drunk at this stage and was dancing with about five women on the dance floor. It was his birthday and he was gonna have fun. Each girl was grinding up against him, trying their hardest to be the one to get in his pants tonight. None of them were very hot, and he had no intention of taking any of them home, but he danced with them anyway.

Suddenly a girl broke through the circle, bumping straight into David. She looked up at him and apologised, then stood there stunned. 'David…' she said.

Dave stood there stunned too. It was Miss Fletcher. And she looked incredible. She wasn't wearing her usual tank top. She was wearing a tight red dress that stopped just above her knees. 'Hi Miss.' He said, not knowing what else to say.

'I told you. It's Julie outside of class. Now I better get out of here quick, before… Have a fun night…' She said and tried to leave.

'What's the hurry?' He asked, but he found out soon enough. A big lumbering bloke was streaming through the crowd in their direction, staring murderously at Miss Fletcher and bumping off people left, right and centre. He came to a stop just in front of them as his teacher hid behind David.

'Get your hands off my woman.' He said, pointing at Dave and not looking very happy.

Dave put his hands up, not wanting a fight when Miss Fletcher spoke up. 'I'm not your woman Bill. Now leave me alone.'

'Your coming home with me woman, and you don't have a choice in the matter.' The bloke said as a crowd began around the three of them.

'Hold on, mate. She can go home with whoever she wants.' Dave said, no longer worried about touching 'his woman'. The guy was obviously a jerk.

'You better watch yourself, small fry, or you're gonna get the beating of your life.' He said, getting madder by the minute. 'She's coming home with me, so you better get out of my way.' The guy said, cracking his knuckles. The guy was monstrous and Dave probably wouldn't have had the balls to say what he did if he wasn't blind drunk.

'No. She's coming home with me.' What happened next was all but a flash. Dave soon a big meaty paw coming at him from the left and he ducked under it, stepping forward with his right leg. Using his left leg, he kneed Bill once in the balls so he doubled over, then kneed him in the head so Bill fell. He then walked over to him and placed his foot on Bill's throat, putting pressure on it as Bill struggled for breath. 'Leave now.' He said and released him.

The guy slowly rose to his feet, still in pain, and giving one murderous glare at the two of them, made his way towards the exit. The room erupted into applause and suddenly thousands of drinks were shoved towards him. Miss Fletcher spun him round and hugged him, 'Thank you so much Dave. Thank you, thank you, thank you!' she said, emphasising each one with a kiss on the lips. Then she paused suddenly, shocked at what she'd just done.

'Not a problem, Miss.' Dave said, leaning down and giving her a soft peck on the cheek, designed to loosen her up. 

She thought for a moment and then smiled. 'Care to dance, young sir?'

'Why yes I would…' He said as she grabbed his hand and was led off to a different part of the dance floor. They begun to dance and Dave was surprised at how well she danced. He had expected more old fashioned, but realised she was only 25 or so, so it wasn't so surprising that she danced like everyone else in the club. She came up close to him, moving her hips to the music, wrapping her arms around his neck and dancing seductively. 'How old are you Miss?' he asked and she moved closer still, the beat around them getting faster.

'Twenty six.' She said, releasing her hold on his neck, spinning and backing up against him. Dave grabbed onto her waist and moved his hips with hers as she danced, looking back at him every now and again. She paid no attention to any other guy that tried to hit on her, and she downed drink after drink as the night wore on. Slowly Dave moved in closer until he was grinding his pelvis against her's, and his now erect cock was grinding against her ass. He placed his face next to her's as they danced, slowly rubbing it with his cheek. She seemed to respond as she danced, moving her body closer and pulling him in. It was long before David had his hands on her ass, and she reached around behind him to pull him closer to her.

'She turned around and looked at him, 'Want to go somewhere?' Dave responded by grabbing her hand and heading to the exit. He hailed the nearest cab he could. 'Where's your place?' he asked. But she didn't respond, only telling the cabby to turn right or left every now and then. David was pretty drunk, and had no idea where they were going, but when they finally pulled to a stop he didn't care. He gave the cabby an extra twenty and jumped out of the car. Pulling Miss Fletcher out of the car, he turned around to see the school in front of him.

'Come on.' She said, racing off. Dave paused for a second as elation ran through him. He was gonna fuck a teacher at school! Then he raced off after her. They ran through the courtyard and up a set of stairs until they found themselves at the door to the music room. Dave sucked on his neck and played with her chest as she moaned and fumbled with her keys. She finally got the door open and the burst inside, his hands all over her as their tongues met for the first time. 'Mmm… Wait…' she said, breaking their embracing and moving over to a control panel, entering a code.

'Now we won't have cops down our throats,' she said. He walked over to her, and kissed her fiercely, their hands all over each other as they kissed. Her hands ran through his hair as their passions ignited, tongue massaging tongue. He pulled her close to him, feeling the heat of her body once more as she kissed and suck on his neck, sending pleasure racing down his spine. Grabbing her ass, he picked her up and quickly carried her across the room, knocking over drums and guitars in the process. Notes filled the room as he set her down on the piano, the keys striking the strings and creating a cacophony of sound around them.

His lips found the collarbone he'd longed to have and she moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his back. She reached down and pulled his shirt over his head as he moved his head further down to kiss between her breasts. She pulled the strings from her shoulders, letting the dress fall below her bust, and Dave immediately began to suck on her right nipple as she whispered to him, 'Yes…' 

Growing impatient, she lifted herself slightly off the keys to pull her panties of from under her dress, letting them fall to the floor. Dave grunted loudly as she rubbed his cock through his pants and he got the idea. He quickly fumbled with his belt with his right hand, dropping his pants quickly and sliding his boxers down just enough. The grabbing his teacher's ass he pulled her closer to him, lifting her dress above her waist in the process. Then, using his right hand he reached down and grabbed his engorged penis, aiming it at the lips of her pussy.

With one motion he was inside her, fucking his teach for all she was worth. There was no pretence of care or love. This was purely a fuck and nothing more. Something they had both needed for a long time. He was fucking his teacher, and she was fucking her student. It was wrong, but so fucking right. He pounded her cunt hard and fast ass she moaned, grabbing his ass and pulling him inside her on every thrust. The piano cried out their joy as he fucked her wet pussy, her cunt enveloping his cock in its tight embrace.

'Fuck me. Fuck me Dave. I'm your teacher! Fuck your teacher! It's wrong Dave but fuck me anyway! Fuck me! Fuck me!' He obliged and continued to pound her pussy harder still, only her stomach covered by the now useless dress. He sucked on her nipples, her small tits jolting on every thrust as the piano composed their lust. She began to moan uncontrollably as an orgasm shook through her, and she screamed to the heaven as his cock pleasured her clit. 'Fuck me Dave! You're making your teacher cum! Yes! Oh yes! Dave! Fuck me! Fuck me! Dave! Fuck your teacher! Yes!'

His cock slid in and out of her like a piston as her orgasm subsided and she bit his shoulder. After his last orgasm he was no where near cumming, even though her cunt was so tight. He easily picked her up and took her over to the piano chair. He placed her face down on the chair, her ass sticking up in the air. Then, he slid his cock back into her cunt and began pounding again. A different kind of squeal emanating from his teacher's mouth every stroke as he filled her completely. Thrust after she moaned and screamed his name, talking dirty and telling him to fuck her.

His cock imbedded deep within his teacher's cunt, he began to feel a stirring in his balls. He increased his pace, pounding her harder and harder. He wasn't going to tell her. He was gonna cum inside of her tight, wet horny cunt. Every squeal made Dave closer to coming and he began to slap her tight ass on each thrust. Soon his teacher's squeals and screams turned to shrieks and she was again screaming out his name as loud as possibly.

'David! Fuck yes! David! Fuck ME! FUCK ME! DAVID! I'M YOUR TEACHER AND… UH… I DEMAND… YOU FUCK ME! DAVID! YES! I'M CUMMING! FUCK! YES! FUCK YOUR TEACHER! UH!' Her body tightened and she shook uncontrollably as her body was filled with her orgasmed. Her body convulsed almost rhythmically as she came, and her head drooped as she screamed. Her pussy tightened around his cock and David began to cum himself. Every thrust released stream after stream of thick virile sperm into her fertile cunt, flooding her womb with semen. Dave grunted and thrust harder as he endeavoured to empty his balls into her willing pussy with every stroke. His balls shrank as he flooded her pussy with his fluid and he felt her whimper slightly in a mix of pleasure and pain before the passed out.

Slowly he slid his cock out of his teacher's cunt, watching his semen drip from her pussy lips and hoping for some reason that she get pregnant…

**************************************

I hope you enjoy this story. If you enjoyed my story, or want to give constructive criticism, please send me anonymous feedback or leave a note here.



Making Music



This happened quite few years ago when I was a junior in college. I was going to a small religious college. There were only about a thousand student's altogether, but it had a very good academic reputation. I was in the music department, which was quite large, but I was majoring in composition which wasn't very usual—there were only about 10 of us in the program. Part of our work included listening to dozens of records (yes, it was back when everything was still on vinyl or cassette tape). The school had an extensive music library and half a dozen or so record players with headphones for those of us who had to do serious listening.

I went to the music library one hot afternoon to listen to some stuff that I was writing a report about—Cellini in fact. The girl on duty that afternoon wasn't anyone in the music department. She worked for the school in return for tuition. A lot of us did that. She was pleasant enough and I noticed that her librarian's badge said "Brenda." Beneath the badge Brenda had boobs as big as the bumper on a Mack truck, and I was momentarily distracted by looking at them poke through the green sweater she was wearing. 

My friends and I used to classify tit size by different kinds of fruit... The very smallest were "strawberries."" The came plums, then apples, then oranges, then grapefruit and for really huge knockers, cantaloupes. Brenda's were more like small watermelons.

I got the records I wanted from the shelves—shelves that stupidly went up about 10 feet. You had to have a sliding ladder to reach the top shelves. They were obviously designed for something other than LP's. At about 5:20 I was startled when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I had been listening intently and hadn't heard Brenda come up behind me.

"I'm sorry I've got to close up now for dinner. We re-open, at 7 if you want to come back then." 

I was annoyed—though not at Brenda—anybody with tits like hers could do no wrong as far as I was concerned. Dinner was served in the dining hall, family style, and if you weren't there at 5:30 on the dot you went hungry. I wasn't going to eat dinner – I was planning to get some pizza later with some friends, but I knew that Brenda wanted to go. 

"Couldn't you lock the door and leave me here?" I asked. "I'm safe—I won't tear up anything." And I gave her my winningest smile. 

To my surprise she smiled back and said,"It's against the rules, but I guess I could bend them a little for you."

"Thank you, madam, I'll be your slave forever," I joshed.

"You'll be locked in for a while," she warned.

"If I get bored I'll see if I can find something to listen to"—and I gestured at the thousands of records on the shelves. "Shouldn't be too hard."

She smiled again and walked across the room towards the exit. I noticed that she had dark brown hair with some lighter streaks of light brown in it and it hung down her back almost to her ass. She was rather plump around the hips which made the modest skirt she was wearing hang like a bell with her legs as the clapper. Very sexy legs in brown panty hose I noticed. 

Let me say here, that even though I was only about 20 years old, I had already learned to adore nylon covered legs. It wasn't a fetish because I had no trouble getting it off without the presence of nylons, but I simply strongly preferred women in stockings or pantyhose. My mind started to drift – up her skirt—but I did manage to wave back as she lifted her hand to me and went out. I heard a "click" as she locked the door.

I didn't get much listening done while she was gone. My mind kept wandering to her massive tits and her shapely legs, coated in smooth nylon with a band of darker nylon around her thighs... I came to with a start as I heard the door being unlocked. Brenda was back.

"Get a lot done?" she asked.

I glanced at my watch. I was barely 6 o'clock. "About half an hour's worth," I lied. "But I thought you didn't open until 7."

"We don't," she replied," but I have to come back as soon as I can after dinner to put all the albums back on the shelves. Otherwise I have to stay after we close."

On her desk were stacks of albums, and about a dozen of them were mine. "Let me help you," I suggested. "After all, you did me a big favor."

"If you don't mind," she said, again a smiling—a rather pretty smile. 

So I carried stacks of LP's for her to put back on the shelves. When she came to one that went on an upper shelf that she couldn't reach she put it aside, explaining that she'd get the ladder later and do them all at once.

After putting away all the records on the lower shelf, she slid the ladder over to a certain spot and said, "Ok, give me the Schumann album first." I did as she asked, handing it up to her. As she turned to place it on the shelf, I sneaked a glance up her skirt. Gorgeous legs and even though it was a little on the heavy side, an ass that I could spend a long time kissing or licking or caressing, or...

"Hey!"

I came crashing back to the present. 

"Give me the Scarlatti."

I couldn't tell whether or not she knew I had been looking up her skirt, but pretty soon I had a feeling that she knew it and liked it. When you have a thousand people together on a campus but don't allow any public displays of affection and you restrict the contact between the sexes, you get some really horny people, and it wasn't unusual to find all kinds of flirting and more serious sexual activity in that setting. As she put the albums up on the shelves, I had the feeling that Brenda was enjoying the fact that I was looking up her skirt and was even helping me a little by stretching and bending on the ladder to give me a better view.

She finally put the last album away and started to climb down the ladder. I had been holding it for her and I continued to do so now as she came down. I decided to put to the test the idea that she really didn't mind showing me what she had under her skirt.

I'm not a forward kind of guy, and at that age I didn't have a lot of confidence, so I even surprised my self a little when I let her step down on the ground and I put my arms around her waist. I could feel her big boobs resting on my forearms. 

She stood stock still for a minute the she gently moved back half a step so my now swelling cock was against her ass. She gave a slow gentle breath, then took my hands and raised them about six inches from her waist to her massive, lovely, straining warm mounds of mammary flesh and pressed them there.

I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life, all the more so because through her sweater and whatever kind of bra she must have worn to support those humongous knockers, could feel the hardened points of two gigantic nipples. I gently lifted and squeezed, and she gasped and closed her eyes and took hr hands, put them over mine, and pressed hard. I hugged her tight and massaged her boobs as she began to rub her ass against my crotch. I momentarily took on e hand off her tits and pushed her hair away from the back of her neck. My hand went back to kneading her breast and my lips found that indention at the base of her neck and I kissed her there, gently at first, then a little harder.

I could feel the heat rising off her neck as she began top squirm in my arms, rubbing her plump ass back and forth against my swollen cock. I started to push her sweater up until I could get my hand under it. My left hand went up inside her sweater until I felt the silky material of her bra. I cupped her big tit in my hand and started squeezing and pushing it upwards. She gasped and thrust her ass back against my crotch.

I couldn't wait any longer—I had to have those nipples in my mouth. My left hand went up inside her sweater until I felt the silky material of her bra. I cupped her big tit in my hand and started squeezing and pushing it upwards. She gasped and thrust her ass back against my crotch.

I couldn't wait any longer—I had to have those nipples in my mouth. They felt like they were the size of my thumb and I wanted to verify that this was the sexiest girl that I'd run into in my fairly brief sexual career. I let go of her and stepped around in front of her. I pushed her sweater up over her bra, reached behind her, and after just one or two tries, I got her bra unsnapped. I slid my finger under the edge of it at the bottom and pushed it up. And there they were. I had never before (and seldom since) seen tits that big. They were firm, but so big that gravity made them point down. The aureoles were as big around as a teacup and the nipple weren't as big as my thumb, but damn close. 

They were pointing down, almost at the ground, and I kneeled down in front of Brenda to position myself better, and began kissing, licking, sucking, going from one side to the other. I put my hands on her knees and slid them slowly upwards, under her skirt, over her pantyhose covered thighs. When I reached the top her thighs I didn't stop. I caressed her heavy belly, rubbed her mound, slid my hands behind her and cupped her fat ass cheeks. All the while I continued my oral play with her massive boobs.

She wasn't idle either. She had her hands on the back of my head, pressing my face into her mammoth breasts and at he same time she was trying to thrust her cunt mound against my hand.

And,-- and this was a big turn –on for me—she was whispering things that no girl at a religious college should have known how to say. "Oh yes, suck me good, suck my nipples, God, yes, put your mouth on me, you know you want to fuck me, don't you?, you want to put your cock in me, my pussy is so wet for you, I know you want to fuck me, pound my pussy, my cunt is so hot, I need you inside me, deep inside me, I want to be fucked , my pussy is so wet and open and hungry for your cock..." The constant stream of whispered desire to be fucked convinced me.

I broke away from sucking her tits, stood up, and started walking her backwards towards the desk. She was grasping my head, holding my mouth locked onto hers as she probed me with her tongue. As she bumped against the desk I gave her a little boost so she was sitting on it. Then I reached down, took her ankles in my hands and lifted her legs all the way up so she had to lay back a she pointed her toes at the ceiling. I moved her feet apart a little more and there in front of me was a plump belly, a protruding mound, and quivering thighs, all tightly covered in tan nylon. Oh yes, and a big wet patch right in the center.

I let my hands slide down her legs from her ankles to her thighs and leaned forward and started giving her pantyhose covered cunt the same oral attention that I had previously given her breasts. She started talking dirty again—telling me how she wanted to feel my cock inside her hot and pulsing pussy. she was struggling with the waistband of her panty hose and I reached up and helped her slide it down hooked my fingers in her panties and continued to slide the whole thing down over her thighs, down to her knees, and then, in a moment of inspiration, I took the scissors that were laying on the desk and with a couple of cuts I sliced her pantyhose and panties in two and pushed her legs really wide. 

What a beautiful sight—a hot steamy pink flower, opening just for me! I got my dick out in record time and moved a step closer, teasing her sopping slit with the head of my cock. 

"Is this what you want?" I asked in a strangle voice and she moaned and shook her head "yes" and pushed her cunt at me. "Wait," I said. And I stepped back again and dove head first into heaven. My tongue found her love-box and went to work, sliding all the way up to her clit then back down to her honey –hole where I pushed my tongue as far into her cunt as I could

She came almost immediately. She was bucking her hips so hard the desk started to move and I was afraid someone would hear her moaning even though she was obviously trying to hold it back. I rubbed my face over her hairy mound as she thrashed around. It was everything I could do to keep from shooting my load all over her.

Even before she stopped quivering I stepped forward again and this time I didn't screw around—pardon the expression. I put my cock directly on her gaping hole and I leaned forward, pushing it all the way in. It was too much for her—she tried to push me away because her senses were overloading. I guess her orgasm wasn't finished because her cunt started spasming and gripped my cock.

God, she was tight! I grabbed her ankles again and leaned into every stroke. It was too much. I came in a bout 30 seconds and I was disappointed in myself because I wanted to fuck her forever. After coming for along time in her delicious pussy I finally stopped moving, standing still with my cock still inside her and her legs still in the air. She continued to quiver every few seconds.

And then she started to cry.

"What's wrong?" I asked with some concern.

"N-n-n-nothing," she whimpered, "it was so good." Then she reached her hands up towards me, and pulled me down on to her huge tits and started to kiss me gently. "I love you," she whispered.

This is not what I wanted—I wanted her to fuck me, not, love me. I didn't even know her. But I just said, "I know, I know," and let her calm down. A few minutes later we were both readjusting our clothes—she had to take off her panties and pantyhose because they were in two pieces. We smiled at each other and she let me out as she re-opened the music library for the evening.

I was worried for a day or two. I didn't want her falling in love with me and I hoped she wasn't taking casual but great sex to mean an emotional relationship. But it was OK. I bumped into her a few days later. She stood close to me so her boobs were pressing against my arm.

"Ummmm, you know about the other night... Well, I'm sorry," she said embarrassedly but I don't really love you. I was just carried away and, well, I don't know you,..."

"Brenda," I said, it's ok because I don't love you either."

She smiled with relief. Then she said what I wanted to hear. "David, I don't love you, but I want you to fuck me."

"That can be arranged," I said, smiling. "Just one thing," I asked as she turned to walk away with a big grin, "please wear pantyhose for me." And she did.



Making Music



It was choir tour and I was rooming with my friends Tracy, Anna, and Juliet. I had had a crush on Juliet for a couple of years by this point, even though I hadn't even known her name let alone talked to her until this year. I had always been attracted to her physically. She was very much my type: gorgeous, voluptuous curves, long dark hair, glasses--all my ideals. Now, after getting to know her, I was becoming attracted to her on other levels as well. She was intelligent, funny, and extremely musically talented--again, all things that I found to be major turn-ons.

One night after a full day of traveling and performing, it was finally time to lay back, relax, and enjoy some down time. Tracy was going out with her boyfriend, Jared, who sang in the tenor section in choir with us, and Anna decided to head down to the pool with some of our other friends, leaving Juliet and I alone in the room. We changed into our pajamas and after watching a little TV and making a valiant attempt to do some homework, we got to chatting about boyfriends she'd had, girlfriends and boyfriends I'd had, and crushes we'd both had.

"So how are things going with Miguel?" I asked, referencing her most recent boyfriend.

"We just broke up actually," she said, disappointment obvious in her voice.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, hun," I replied, "Can I ask why?"

"I've had my fair share of boyfriends," Juliet began, "but Miguel was the first really serious one. He wanted to... you know... do things with me that I just wasn't ready for, things that I had no desire to do."

"Well that makes sense, I mean, if you weren't ready you should wait..."

"It wasn't just a matter of simply waiting till I'm ready," she interrupted defensively. "I am ready. Just not with him. I've always been slightly uncomfortable with the guys that I've been with. Miguel was the first one that I'd comfortable enough with to go further than just kissing, and even though I thought I was ok with that, it was still awkward for me."

"What exactly do you mean when you say that guys make you feel awkward?" I asked, trying to mask the wishful thinking from my face and yearning in my voice.

"I don't even know how to describe it. The boys I've been with just always seemed to fall short of my expectations. When I'd kiss them, something didn't feel right. It wasn't what I wanted. I don't even know if this makes any sense..." she trailed off.


"I think I can understand. That's how I used to feel before I realized that I was gay, before I came out."

"Are you saying that you think I might be gay?" Juliet asked, a curious look on her face.

"No, not necessarily," I began. "I'm just trying to relate to you, to comfort you."

"Thanks," she replied, reaching across the expanse between to two beds to grab my hand. "Your concern means a lot to me. You're a good friend."

"You're welcome"

Our eyes met, and we stayed in that position, gazed and fingers locked for what felt like forever, though it was only for a moment. A loud noise from the TV that was still on startled us back to the present.

"So, Alexa," Juliet began in a slightly nervous yet lusty tone, "I've been getting the impression, even before this conversation tonight, that you like me, as more than a friend. Is this true? Do you really have a crush on me?"

Busted! I'd had crushes on straight friends before, but I didn't think it was that obvious this time around. What else could I do but be honest? After all, she was my friend.

"You have a lot going for you, Juliet. You're smart, talented, funny, fun to be with, and not to mention completely gorgeous. What's not to like? Any guy would be lucky to have you. But," I continued, "just because I do have feelings for you doesn't mean I'll act on them. You're my friend and I wouldn't want to ruin that."

"That's too bad," Juliet replied, moving from her bed to mine to sit next to me. "I think you were actually on the right track when you implied that I could be gay."

"I never meant to imply that..."

She held her finger to my lips, shushing me. "I figured you had feelings for me for quite sometime and lately I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss another woman... to kiss you."

And with that, Juliet leaned in and kissed me. I obliged and kissed her back, gently at first, then more intensely, pulling her down onto the bed with me. I rolled her onto her back and began to ravage my way down her neck. I could tell by the little moans escaping her mouth that she was enjoying herself. As my hand subconsciously began to creep its way under her tank-top and up towards her naked breasts, I paused briefly to make sure she was ok with everything.

"Please, Alexa!" she pleaded. "Don't stop!"

With that her tank-top came off, as well as my own. I began kissing her neck again, gradually making my way down to her perfect, round, C-cup breasts. I played with one of her already hardened nipples with my tongue before taking it into my mouth, causing her to moan even louder and her breathing to quicken. I rolled her other nipple around between my fingers.

After alternating these actions between her two nipples, I began to set my sights elsewhere, kissing my way down her stomach and her hips. When I reached her hips, she let out a yelp that I was sure the choir members in the neighboring room heard. I needed to hear that again. I traced a line with my tongue to her other hip and received the same reaction. I continued tracing that line, pausing each time when I'd reach the bone to let my tongue play. Her thrashing and jerking and little yelps told me that I was driving her wild. I wanted to drive her even closer to the edge.

As I began to pull off her pajama bottoms, I again paused to ask if she wanted me to continue. As if to say yes, she pulled me on top of her, began sucking on one of my very perky nipples, and pulled off my pajama bottoms.

"Mmmm, harder, rougher," I moaned pleadingly.

Juliet honored my wishes, biting down on my nipple in her mouth and twisting my other one roughly between her fingers. After enjoying the attention for a while, I kissed her on the lips and resumed my path down her torso and finished pulling off her bottoms, revealing her already wet pussy.

"I've never done this before," Juliet said looking me directly in the eye as if to convey her seriousness, "not even with a guy, but I trust you Alexa. You make me feel more comfortable and more myself than any of my other friends and any guy I've ever been with. Alexa, I really want my first time to be with you."

She leaned in and kissed me gently. With this encouragement, I spread apart her already juicy lips and began to lightly flick her clit with my experienced tongue. What my tongue lacked in size I made up for with enthusiasm and ability. I quickened my pace and applied more pressure. Her body began to shake and her moans grew louder and louder as she began to approach her breaking point. But I didn't want her first orgasm to pass so quickly, so I backed off a little, moving my tongue about in slower circles.

"Please, Alexa! More! Faster! Fuck me please!" she pleaded.

I quickened my circles. I took her entire clit into my mouth, sucking off all of Juliet's sweet juices. She began to squeal and I knew again that she was approaching orgasm. As I slipped my tongue inside her virgin pussy, her body began to convulse uncontrollably.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

"I prefer goddess," I replied wittily.

"That was amazing" she said exhausted.

"Don't get tired on me now," I said. "I'm not done with you yet. That was just the beginning."

A confused look crossed her face. "Just the begin..."

I interrupted her with a kiss. As we continued kissing, I slowly and gently I wriggled a finger into her hot pussy. A squeal of glee escaped her lips. She was way too tight for more than one, but I knew I wouldn't need more than that anyway to make her cum. As I pumped my finger in and out, she began to beg for more.

I quickened both my pace and began kissing her neck. She moaned with pleasure. I began to kiss my way down to that magic spot on her hips that I had found before. As I reached the spot, I pushed in a little further, reaching her g-spot. This combination sent her body into a series of spasms as she reached full-tilt orgasm. She grabbed my hair, moaning, and pushed my face into her cunt. I greedily licked up all of her sweet juices that were flowing out over my hand.

I gradually slowed my pace as her body started calming. I pulled my finger out, sucking it clean and then proceeded to wipe my face clean. I crawled next to Juliet and laid next to her, wondering if the choir members in the room next-door had heard everything and knew what had just taken place. I could tell Juliet was exhausted; her breathing was heavy as starred at me with wide-eyed amazement.

"So," I began, "How was that for your first time?"

"It was everything I'd imagined and more," Juliet replied. "But next time, I think I'll have to return the favor."

"Next time?" I inquired.

"Yes, next time. But for right now we should probably find our pajamas and return to our respective beds before Anna and Tracy get back; it is almost curfew."

And with that we pulled our pajamas back on. We shared one last embrace and one final kiss before Juliet crawled back into her own bed. The other girls came back a little while later for curfew, completely unaware of the events that had taken place only minutes before.

"So what did you girls do tonight?" Anna asked.

"Not much," Juliet replied, sending a sly wink in my direction.

"Not much at all," I confirmed, returning the wink.



Making Music



My name is Sharon. I teach piano in my home.

I'd like to tell you about one of my students. His name is Richard. 

He's been my student since he was 13. I'm going to miss him when he goes off to college next month. . He's one of my best students.

He's a good-looking young man—tall, athletic, bright eyes ... the cutest smile. I'm surprised some hot, little honey hasn't got her hooks into him yet.

Well, I have a confession to make .For the longest time, I've fantasized about Richard. I've fantasized about having sex with him.

Now, ladies, before you go condemning me for my dirty thoughts, how many of you wouldn't give just about anything to have a large, 18-year-old cock inside you right now?

Be honest. A strong, horny, 18-year old boy so thrilled to be in your bed, he can't get enough of you—your kisses... your tits ... your cunt.

Oh, you want to know how I know Richard has a big cock? Fair enough.

First, his hands. As his piano teacher, I look at his hands a lot. Richard's are large; his fingers are long and move over the keyboard like he owns it.

Second, I often sit beside my students when I'm teaching, and many times, while Richard was concentrating on the notes in front of him, I'd be concentrating on the size of the package between his legs. I know, not very professional of me, right? Oh, well.

.

Any way, there's another reason I say Richard has a large cock. I've seen it. 

Yes. That's right. I've seen Richard's cock—and more than that, I've touched it. I've stroked it. I've tasted it, and ... best of all, I've felt it inside me. I've felt that wonderful, uncircumcised, 18-year-old fuck-tool of his deep inside my hot, cradle-robbing pussy!

That's how I know Richard has a large cock. I've fucked him.

There. Now you know.

It all happened yesterday—at his piano lesson. Actually, there was very little time for piano. 

I wore a sheer silk blouse with a push-up lace bra under it. 

I also wore a skirt that was shorter than anything he had ever seen me in.

And I don't usually wear stockings and heels when students come to my house, but I did yesterday. 

He noticed right away that I dressed up for our last time together. He couldn't take his off me.

We sat on the sofa and talked about school and about girls.

I told him he was going to be very popular in college with the young women there.

That embarrassed him. He said he was always shy around girls.

I told him that didn't matter. I told him some girls would just come right after him, shy or not shy.

And then I demonstrated what I was talking about by kissing him on the lips.

That got his attention.

I told him if a girl really wants him, she might not wait for him to make the first move. 

"They might do this, Richard." I told him, as I took his hand in mine and pressed it to my breast. 

"They might let you feel their firm, young tits, Richard."

I kept my hand over his, to show him it was alright to touch me like that... and I kissed him again, this time working my soft, warm tongue into his sweet, young mouth.

I unbuttoned my blouse, and moved his hand onto my bra. That seemed to really encourage him. His kissing got hotter. He was kissing me with his tongue ... and slipping his fingers inside my bra. 

Soon, he had one of my nipples in his mouth... nibbling on it ... sucking it.

I slid my hand up his leg.

The poor boy's jeans were now so tight around his crotch, I could see the outline of his engorged dick.

I undid his belt and unzipped him while we were kissing.

And then I slipped my hand inside his cotton briefs; his 18-year-old cock was hard as a rock ... and ready to explode. 

Fortunately, I was able to get my lips around the head of it before he released that warm, sweet cum of his. I nursed that beautiful cock of his.. licking it and sucking it ... swallowing every drop.

Of course he was embarrassed that he had so little control, but the teacher in me—or maybe it was just my lust for young cock—calmed his fears by telling him to relax. 

"Don't you worry about it, honey," I said. 

"I loved what just happened, And besides, in a few minutes, you're going to be hard again .. and this time when you come... it'll be inside of me."

I told him I knew how to increase his confidence around girls, and led him into the bedroom, where I took off his clothes, and then instructed him to take mine off.

By the time he got me down to just my panties and my thigh-high stockings, his 18-year-old cock was standing at attention. 

"My panties, Richard. They're in the way." I asked him to take them off me ... and he did.

Then, I stretched out on my bed, as he stood beside it. I could see he was already gaining confidence. He stood there proudly, like a hunter looking down on his conquered prey: his naked piano teacher who had just sucked his cock was lying there on her bed... right in front of him ...her legs slightly parted... her smooth, bare cunt-lips pink and wet...so inviting.

It was an invitation the naked teenager eagerly accepted. 

And this time he had better control. Not a lot—he came inside me after only a few minutes of fucking. But the evening was young, and so was he.

I had him call his parents and let them know that he would be home late.

We showered together, and he fucked me from behind. Mmmmm... that was fantastic—his soapy hands all over my tits.. and his big, hard dick driving in and of my tight, little pussy ... pounding me from behind!

Oh, that was hot!

.

After that, I fixed us something to eat.

Then I showed him how to eat me. God, that boy's a fast learner!

He gave me an orgasm with just his tongue.

.... and then I asked him to replace his tongue with his dick.

I have to say, I've never been so thoroughly—so deeply—fucked in all my life!

I'm going to miss that boy---my cunt is going to miss him.

But you know what, I have another student who's a high school senior too. He turns 18 around Christmas.

I'm lying in bed, thinking about that young man right now.

My fingers are softly sliding in and out of my wet pussy, my eyes are closed, and I can picture him, naked, ..his beautiful, 18-year-old cock between my legs...just inches from my cunt.

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Put it in me!

"Yes, Just like that. Fuck me, baby!

"Fuck me.

"Fuck my cunt."

Ohhh, what a great Christmas present that would be!



Making Music (Audio Version)



 [The author would like to thank her good friend Sharon, aka "sensualsharon" for creating the audio version of this story.]

* * * * *

Click Here to listen. (9 min/mp3)

* * * * *

My name is Sharon. I teach piano in my home.

I'd like to tell you about one of my students. His name is Richard. 

He's been my student since he was 13. I'm going to miss him when he goes off to college next month. . He's one of my best students.

He's a good-looking young man—tall, athletic, bright eyes ... the cutest smile. I'm surprised some hot, little honey hasn't got her hooks into him yet.

Well, I have a confession to make .For the longest time, I've fantasized about Richard. I've fantasized about having sex with him.

Now, ladies, before you go condemning me for my dirty thoughts, how many of you wouldn't give just about anything to have a large, 18-year-old cock inside you right now?

Be honest. A strong, horny, 18-year old boy so thrilled to be in your bed, he can't get enough of you—your kisses... your tits ... your cunt.

Oh, you want to know how I know Richard has a big cock? Fair enough.

First, his hands. As his piano teacher, I look at his hands a lot. Richard's are large; his fingers are long and move over the keyboard like he owns it.

Second, I often sit beside my students when I'm teaching, and many times, while Richard was concentrating on the notes in front of him, I'd be concentrating on the size of the package between his legs. I know, not very professional of me, right? Oh, well. . Any way, there's another reason I say Richard has a large cock. I've seen it. 

Yes. That's right. I've seen Richard's cock—and more than that, I've touched it. I've stroked it. I've tasted it, and ... best of all, I've felt it inside me. I've felt that wonderful, uncircumcised, 18-year-old fuck-tool of his deep inside my hot, cradle-robbing pussy!

That's how I know Richard has a large cock. I've fucked him.

There. Now you know.

It all happened yesterday—at his piano lesson. Actually, there was very little time for piano. 

I wore a sheer silk blouse with a push-up lace bra under it. 

I also wore a skirt that was shorter than anything he had ever seen me in. And I don't usually wear stockings and heels when students come to my house, but I did yesterday. 

He noticed right away that I dressed up for our last time together. He couldn't take his off me.

We sat on the sofa and talked about school and about girls. I told him he was going to be very popular in college with the young women there.

That embarrassed him. He said he was always shy around girls.

I told him that didn't matter. I told him some girls would just come right after him, shy or not shy.

And then I demonstrated what I was talking about by kissing him on the lips.

That got his attention.

I told him if a girl really wants him, she might not wait for him to make the first move. 

"They might do this, Richard." I told him, as I took his hand in mine and pressed it to my breast. 

"They might let you feel their firm, young tits, Richard."

I kept my hand over his, to show him it was alright to touch me like that... and I kissed him again, this time working my soft, warm tongue into his sweet, young mouth.

I unbuttoned my blouse, and moved his hand onto my bra. That seemed to really encourage him. His kissing got hotter. He was kissing me with his tongue ... and slipping his fingers inside my bra. 

Soon, he had one of my nipples in his mouth... nibbling on it ... sucking it.

I slid my hand up his leg.

The poor boy's jeans were now so tight around his crotch, I could see the outline of his engorged dick.

I undid his belt and unzipped him while we were kissing.

And then I slipped my hand inside his cotton briefs; his 18-year-old cock was hard as a rock ... and ready to explode. 

Fortunately, I was able to get my lips around the head of it before he released that warm, sweet cum of his. I nursed that beautiful cock of his.. licking it and sucking it ... swallowing every drop.

Of course he was embarrassed that he had so little control, but the teacher in me—or maybe it was just my lust for young cock—calmed his fears by telling him to relax. 

"Don't you worry about it, honey," I said. 

"I loved what just happened, And besides, in a few minutes, you're going to be hard again .. and this time when you come... it'll be inside of me."

I told him I knew how to increase his confidence around girls, and led him into the bedroom, where I took off his clothes, and then instructed him to take mine off.

By the time he got me down to just my panties and my thigh-high stockings, his 18-year-old cock was standing at attention. 

"My panties, Richard. They're in the way." I asked him to take them off me ... and he did.

Then, I stretched out on my bed, as he stood beside it. I could see he was already gaining confidence. He stood there proudly, like a hunter looking down on his conquered prey: his naked piano teacher who had just sucked his cock was lying there on her bed... right in front of him ...her legs slightly parted... her smooth, bare cunt-lips pink and wet...so inviting.

It was an invitation the naked teenager eagerly accepted. 

And this time he had better control. Not a lot—he came inside me after only a few minutes of fucking. But the evening was young, and so was he.

I had him call his parents and let them know that he would be home late.

We showered together, and he fucked me from behind. Mmmmm... that was fantastic—his soapy hands all over my tits.. and his big, hard dick driving in and of my tight, little pussy ... pounding me from behind! Oh, that was hot! . After that, I fixed us something to eat. Then I showed him how to eat me. God, that boy's a fast learner! He gave me an orgasm with just his tongue.

.... and then I asked him to replace his tongue with his dick. I have to say, I've never been so thoroughly—so deeply—fucked in all my life!

I'm going to miss that boy---my cunt is going to miss him.

But you know what, I have another student who's a high school senior too. He turns 18 around Christmas. I'm lying in bed, thinking about that young man right now.

My fingers are softly sliding in and out of my wet pussy, my eyes are closed, and I can picture him, naked, ..his beautiful, 18-year-old cock between my legs...just inches from my cunt.

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Put it in me!

"Yes, Just like that. Fuck me, baby!

"Fuck me.

"Fuck my cunt."

Ohhh, what a great Christmas present that would be! 



Making Music



Despite my emotions screaming to the contrary, I pulled my penis out of her vagina and said, "No marriage, no loving."

"Don't be so silly, Daniel, we don't have to be married to make love."

"No, and you don't have to be married to have a baby, as we know, but I mean it; no marriage, no loving."

"Are you just being honourable?"

"No, I'm saying I love you and want to marry you."

"All right, Daniel, if you really feel that way, but I won't marry you yet. Wait until after the baby is born, then ask me again. Would you like to come and live with me?"

Realising that I was not going to get all I wanted, at least for the time being, I said I would like to live with her.

"Can you stay the night with me? We can say goodnight properly...and for goodness sake, put you penis back in me its feeling empty in there."

I ejaculated into her and then stayed joined to her. We did go to sleep like that, but some time in the night we parted.

In the morning there was much explaining to Marion about how "Mummy and Daniel love each other and Daniel is coming to live with us."

"Yes, I thought he would," said the knowing little devil, "I could hear you in bed together."

And we thought we'd been so careful!

For those who like a happy ending I might as well write the rest.

Halushka had another daughter, and calmly announced to me that we must "Have another try for a boy." Now, eighteen months after the arrival of Annette (dark hair and green eyes), Halushka is looking forward hopefully to a son.

The musical was eventually performed in the church hall by the church youth group, with more enthusiasm than skill. The music was good, the dialogue doubtful, and I decided to stick to my intended profession as a radiologist.

As for my sexual prowess, it I true Halushka runs me somewhat ragged at times, but when, as they say, I don't seem to be able to "get it up," we have devised a method whereby Halushka can be at least partially gratified. This consists of my sucking her nipples while stimulating her with my fingers until she comes. Fortunately this substitute often brings about an erection, and so we end up copulating in the normal manner.

As for the goodnight, penis in the vagina attempts. We still haven't managed to get through a whole night so as to awaken in the morning still united, but we keep trying.

It has taken a long time, but we are to be married next month. To the last Halushka was doubtful, but finally decided on the flattering basis that she might not find anyone else who could satisfy her as I can. If that sounds a bit calculating then I must add that she does frequently assure me that, "I really do love you."