Music Lessons

Cristiano Caffieri

Zara Kemper was looking for a new challenge. She wanted to get out of the house and socialize, She’d tried a book club and she’d spent some time in the local choir but those activities didn’t seem to fill the bill.

When she saw that the community orchestra was looking for players and that they were prepared to teach you how to play an instrument it seemed like a good opportunity. She called in to see the conductor at his house and when she walked out the door she had a Piccolo in her hand and arrangements had been made for a teacher to give her lessons at her home.

She didn’t know who was coming to teach her and was pleasantly surprised when a very handsome you man turned up. During the evening while trying to explain how to hold the instrument his cheek got awfully close to hers and she started to feel a bit horny.

“What made you want to take up music,” asked the young man who name just happened to Mike Kemper, although no relative.

“Well, my husband is away a lot. He’s a seaman, sometimes he’s gone for months at a time. It gets very lonely.

“If I had a beautiful wife like you I wouldn’t be leaving her alone, I’d be afraid that other men would be propositioning her all the time.”

“You don’t get many propositions when you’re 35,” she said, particularly young men like you. The only men I’m going to attract are fat, bald and middle-aged.”

“If you weren’t married Mrs. Kemper I’d be making a play for you.”

“That’s nice of you to say that,” she said, crossing her long slender legs provocatively, “but I think you’re just saying that just to avoid making a play.”

“I have to be frank, I’m not very successful with women,” he grimaced, “I come on too strong, and it’s rare that I ever get a second date.”

“I like a guy who knows what he wants.”

“Would you be offended if I said at this moment there is nothing I want more than you.”
“Do you mean you’d like to fuck me?”

“My cock is as hard as a rock,” he said, rubbing up and down the front of his pants with his hand.
“Come over here and I’ll see if I can help you with that.”

She carefully unzipped his pants, looking up at him with her big blue eyes and a faint smile on her face. When his almost unused cock popped out it was massive and when he’d said it was hard as a rock he wasn’t exaggerating.

When she slipped it between her bright red lips he almost sucked all the air out of the room. And then when she started to fondle his balls and slide up and down his shaft he felt his blood pressure go up to a dangerous level.

It wasn’t long before he felt his sperm bank getting ready to make a deposit and so he yelled out to warn her. She quickly moved back and it shot all over her top.

“It was due for the laundry anyway,” she laughed, and taking it off she slung it across the floor followed by her bra.

There was a fluffy rug by the window and after a little tongue wrestling and tit fondling, they took to the floor. Soon, they were both completely naked and she was on her back with his head between her legs. Mike was licking her cunt like he hadn’t eaten in weeks when she suddenly began to scream and her body shook all over. Looking down at her jiggling tits and quivering quim he took his cock in hand and then drove it into her.

“O fuck,” she cried out as he pinched her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and started pumping into her warm well-lubricated recess.

“Go faster, go faster,” she pleaded and he fucked her so hard she thought her pussy would be damaged beyond repair.

Suddenly, when he was on the short strokes, they heard the front door open.

“Holy shit it’s my husband,” she cried and quickly got to her feet almost fracturing his cock in the process.

When the big burly sailor walked into the room, poor Mike was still on his hands and knees with cum dripping out the end of his dick.

“This is Mike,” she told her husband, he’s been giving me lessons on the Piccolo.”

“I’ll show you how to play the fucking Piccolo,” he yelled, and as his wife stood by begging for his forgiveness, he picked the instrument up from the floor, went over to the naked cowering music teacher and rammed it right up his ass. After which he virtually tossed him into the street.

Battered and bruised the young musician was taken to hospital by a passerby and quickly wheeled into surgery. It took over an hour to remove the small woodwind instrument from his rectum and the doctor said it was fortunate he didn’t play the Clarinet. THE END

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