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.
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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.