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Title         : Tulips on my Organ 

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Older Woman/Teen Boy, MILF, Fm

Date        : 20150611

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Synopsis : Teen boy falls in love with his music teacher.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life.

These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story is all made up, although I did have a foxy young piano teacher, forty-odd years ago. This story takes place in the mid 60's, before the phrase "turned on" became widely used, and it is damn hard to write sexual material with using that phrase.


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Only one thing made piano and organ lessons worthwhile. I hated the piano and organ, I hated music, I hated recitals, and I hated practicing. But, I loved the lessons, because I loved Miss Bailey. She was my first love. I'd been going to her since before I was six years old. Now, at fourteen, I gotta admit, I was pretty good at playing the piano and organ, both, although I hated them. I just went because of her. If I had some crusty old white-haired broad for a teacher, I would have thrown a fit and refused, flat-out refused to go. But I loved Miss Bailey. She was truly fine. She was small, and kinda old-fashioned... but I loved her. She has long dark hair, which she usually keeps in a braid. She wears glasses, and I think they just made her look prettier. She has a beautiful face, and a cute nose, and two bright blue eyes. Her lips are fat, and... probably... kissable. I don't know much about kissing, 'cause I haven't yet had the nerve to kiss a girl yet. Plus no girls around here seem to like me. Back to Miss Bailey. She always wears bright red lipstick, and it makes her very... appealing. She has really nice... breasts, if I may... and nice long legs, even though she's fairly short. I am actually taller than her, and I've just started growing.

Anyway. I loved her since before I can remember, but I loved her from a distance, as a student should. I would never have been brave enough to say anything to her... before what happened... happened. On that fateful day, my Mom and Dad got their wires crossed, and my dad had to rush me across town to Miss Bailey's, and then hurry off to pick up my mom from the school. Because of the way it happened, the timing of it, I was a good thirty minutes early. I figured I'd do what I usually did when I was a little early, go on in, and sit in her living room until she was ready for me. She let us kids do that, she told us to come on in, and to be quiet, so we didn't disturb the lesson of the person before us. I could do that. I had a book to read. I could do that.

As my dad drove away, I went up the steps, into her house. Miss Bailey lived by herself, in an old Victorian in the nice part of town. She must have made a pretty good living, giving piano and organ lessons. She drove a nice car, and always dressed in new, fashionable clothes. More than once I'd heard my mom talking her down, calling her "Miss Priss" and stuff like that, but I knew my mom was just jealous. Well... Miss Bailey was a bit Prissy. But I love her anyway. I don't care if she's fifteen years older than me, I love her.

Once, after football practice, Todd Wilmont did the funniest thing, in the showers. He grabbed his weenie, and started rubbing it. It did what mine does sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, it got all stiff and hard, and he kept going, and some white stuff squirted out of it, and he sighed all happy like. Some of the other guys did it too, but I was too embarrassed. That night after I went to bed I tried it, though, and it worked like a charm. It felt so good I loved it, and I've done it every night since. Ever since that first night I thought of Miss Bailey when I did it, and it made it really special, and I think it's just made me love her even more.

I did the craziest thing once, when I was at her house, waiting for my lesson. I got there early, as I often did, my Mom dropping me off. I quietly went into the living room, to wait for her to get done with the student before me. Heh, that's a funny story, in itself... Elbert McWitt is before me, and he's the worst piano student ever. He's a senior, and he's a quarterback, and he's good at football. He sucks at piano, though, I have no idea why he wastes his time or his parent's money. Anyway, he's so big the guys don't make fun of him for taking piano lessons like they do me. He's stomp their butts into the ground.

Anyway, back to my... confession. I went into the living room to wait. Her piano and organ are in the parlor, in the front of the house. My dad had picked me up from school, and for some reason that day, I really had to pee. I went down the hallway to her bathroom, and silently shut the door. I was excited just to be in the room where she took her bath, and I pulled aside the shower curtain, and peeked in, thinking, this is where she is naked. That really excited me, and I had to stop and hurriedly pee, because I know it's hard to pee when you get... excited, and I was getting just that, thinking of her naked.

As I turned, something caught my eye. In the corner was the dirty clothes hamper. I drew a trembling breath. Could I be so lucky? I approached it and lifted the lid. Sweet jeezus, I thought. There, on top, in plain view, was a pair of her... well, my mom calls them bloomers, and my sister calls them panties. Miss Bailey's used panties. I reverently fished them out, and stood there, in shock. After a moment I dared to raise them to my face, and smelled her odor. It was intense, and I had to stop and re-arrange my weenie, which had gotten painfully hard. I pressed the panties to my nose again, and breathed in her wonderful scent. After a moment I examined them closely, there was a slight stain in the crotch of them, and a tiny brown streak in the seat. I was so much in love I almost wanted to scream. I know what she smells like, I told myself, now I know what she smells like.

I knew I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. I slid the panties in my pocket, the pocket on the other side from where she'd sit, during my lesson, and exited the room. I was on cloud nine. My lesson was difficult, I couldn't concentrate, with her sitting right there beside me. I kept remembering the intimate smells of her body and thinking of what was in my pocket. I hoped she didn't notice my... excitedness, and I hoped she wouldn't miss the panties that evening. She gave lessons all day Tuesday, and half a dozen other guys went through her house that day. It could have been any one of them.

Her panties are still one of my most treasured possessions, although sadly, her scent has faded. I still check her bathroom occasionally, but I haven't gotten lucky again. Well, I haven't gotten lucky until what happened... happened.

I was eager to read the book I'd brought. Ralph Everhardt had loaned it to me, and told me the good parts were underlined. It was about a man and woman stranded on an island, and he said there were "good" parts to it. I knew what he meant. He meant sex stuff. Sure enough, it was engrossing... and stimulating. I was anxious to read more of it, though I had to hide it from my parents. I figured I'd do well to hide it from Miss Bailey, too, I didn't want her disappointed in me, because I was reading smut.

Anyway, I went inside. Oddly, the house was silent. Usually Elbert was pounding away at the keyboard, hitting every wrong note he could find. He was a really bad piano player, I just can't say it often enough. The silence today was a blessing.

It was quiet, in the house. I made my way into the living room, and got ready for a little quiet moment with my book. The house was silent except for a strange noise. A repetitive slapping noise that seemed kinda loud once I noticed it. Then, weirdly, I heard what sounded like a dog or something make a long groaning noise. How strange. Then a smaller quieter girlish-sounding groan. The slapping kept up all through it. What the heck? I thought.

I stood in the center of the room, and listened with all my might. The noises were coming from the hallway. I slowly, quietly moved in that direction. Once again, I heard what sounded like a female moan. Someone sounded like they were in pain. I wondered if Miss Bailey was alright. What if she had fallen or something? She could be hurt and laying on the floor. And where was Elbert? Was he even here? I didn't see his books or his bag in the living room. Maybe his stuff was in the parlor, where the piano was. Or, maybe he wasn't here at all. Maybe he'd missed his lesson today.

I heard the low groan again, and the higher girlish sounding one. What the heck, I thought. I needed to find out what was going on, just to make sure everybody was okay. I might be a hero, before this was over.

I stealthily moved down the hall, peeking in each door. At the end, I got the surprise of my life. The door was open, maybe an inch. She was in there. And Elbert was there, too. All I could see of him was his naked buttocks, his pants were pulled all the way down his legs. Miss Bailey was laying on her stomach on her bed, her dress pulled up over her back. Her panties were hanging from the heel on her right foot. He was... and I'm going out on a limb here, and saying the worst word I know, a word I've never dared to speak out loud before... he was fucking her. Having sexual intercourse with her. Vigorously. He was pounding her hard, her whole body was shaking every time he slammed into her. That slapping noise I heard was his legs, hitting her thighs.

I just stood there, peeking in the door, with my mouth open. I was hypnotized. I'd heard about this, before, but I'd never seen it, I'd never even seen pictures of it being done. I'd seen naked girls before, in Playboy, but I'd never seen... sex. Sadly, I couldn't really see Miss Bailey like I wanted to. She still had her blouse on, and Elbert was in the way of my seeing her... girl parts. I badly wanted to see her, though. Bad.

I stood there and watched for I don't know how long... maybe five or six minutes. I had a thought, wondering if she'd actually wanted to do this... did he maybe just start in on her? Did he love her like I did, and he just couldn't stand it any more? I could see that happening. Surely she'd be screaming, though, if he did that. I could see her face from the side, and she didn't seem upset... I couldn't really tell if she was enjoying it, or not... she kinda seemed to be, though.

Wow, I thought. I felt jealous of him, he was getting to do what I wanted most in the world... although I didn't really know it before now. I guess this is what they call making love, I decided, although it seemed a bit violent... for love. I still didn't know everything about sex I wanted too... this was quite an education, though. I just stood there and stared, my mouth open.

Suddenly Miss Bailey let out a loud yip, like a dog or something. She squirmed and bounced on the bed, and her feet trembled, so much that her panties fell in the floor. She gasped and groaned, and Elbert groaned too, stopping the pounding, and leaning into her, his butt clenched tightly.

Oh my god, I thought, they are coming. Or cumming, however you spell it. I knew about this, at least. They are having an orgasm. They finally settled down, and Elbert pulled away from her, and sat beside her on the bed. She turned over, and sat on the edge of the bed, her legs still spread apart.

"Thank you, Elbert," Miss Bailey said, and he laughed. I knew then that she'd wanted it, or at least been willing. That excited me a bit more, to know that she liked things like that. Like sex.

But, oh, what I really liked. I was getting to see what I really liked, since he'd moved out from inbetween her legs. She was now exposed to my gaze. Her legs were still spread pretty widely, and I got to see all of her girl parts, not as well as I wanted to, of course, because I was ten or fifteen feet away. But it was enough. I gotta admit, once again, I've never seen a girl... down there. I've seen them in Playboy, but just their... fuzz, their hair. I've never seen one spread out, like Miss Bailey was. I could see some flesh down there, and hair, course, she had a pretty good patch of hair. I could see some kind of fleshy lips or something, going up and down. It was so sexy I thought I'd shoot off, right then and there, in my pants.

About this time, for some reason, although I was being very quiet, for some reason she looked up, to the door, and I guess she could tell somebody was out there. She sat up fast, slapping her legs together, and yanked her dress down, covering herself. She never said anything, though, and I don't think Elbert ever realized I was there. I can virtually guarantee it, since he didn't pound my ass the next day at school. Anyway, I flew back down the hall to the living room, and sat on the couch and grabbed my book. I was embarrassed for her, and me, that I'd seen something so intimate. But, good gosh, was I ever excited. My weenie was so hard I had to press it up under my waistband. I wondered if I should just run out the door and run home. I really wondered what would happen next.

I heard noises in the hallway, and Elbert strode into the living room. He hardly looked at me, I was just a kid to him. He went on into the parlor, and moments later I heard the front door slam. He was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Richard..." I heard Miss Bailey say my name. I looked up. She was standing in the hallway, looking at me. She looked so beautiful I wanted to cry. For some weird reason it didn't bother me a bit to know that another person... another man had just had his way with her. What I was thinking of, of all things, was if she'd had time, in the moments since I'd run back down the hall, and now... if she'd had time to put her panties back on. It excited me greatly to think she might still be bare... down there, underneath her dress.

"Richard, please come in the kitchen and let me fix you some tea. We need to talk," she said, going through the living room, and into the kitchen. I gulped a breath, dropped my book, and followed her.

She opened the icebox, and took out a pitcher of tea. She poured two glasses, and sat at the table, motioning me to sit. I sat, trembling. I took a drink, and almost spilled it, my hands were shaking so. I'm sure she noticed.

"Richard..." she said slowly. I dared to meet her eyes. She seemed embarrassed, and I felt bad for her. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her it was all alright, not to worry.

"This is a very small, tightly knit community," she said. I nodded. My mom had said the same thing, before. I wondered what this had to do with her... getting... having sex. She went on. "A single woman, such as myself... could have her reputation damaged greatly... if word were to get out... of certain... acts she might have allowed, in the heat of passion."

"Miss Bailey," I said, almost gushing, "don't worry. I won't tell anyone."

"So you did see," she said, sighing heavily. "Richard... I'm sorry, I'm very sorry... you had to see that..."

"Miss Bailey... don't be sorry..." I said. I stared at her, imploringly. "It was... it was beautiful..."

She laughed, short and sharp. "I imagine it was a lot of things... I'm not sure if beautiful is one of them," she said. I'm not sure what she meant, but it was okay. I understood.

"Miss Bailey..." my lips trembled. My mouth said crazy stuff, without my brain being involved. "Miss Bailey, I love you! I always have! I would never hurt you... I would never tell on you..."

She was silent for a few moments. "Well, what an interesting afternoon this has been," she finally said, regarding me as if I was some curious museum piece, or maybe a peculiar animal. "Thank you, Richard... thank you for that... revelation... I like you very much, too. You are one of my best students."

I felt two hot tears run down my cheeks. Darn it, I thought. I did love her, though. And I didn't care, now, if she knew it. I felt intimate with her... I knew things about her than no one else did... Well, Elbert did, but no one else. I shared this with her, this... secret.

At this moment, I began to wonder... I began to wonder if I could use this... this knowledge to my advantage. If she would... give me a taste of that sweetness, of herself... if she'd trade it for my silence. I almost wished I hadn't said what I'd said... then I got onto myself. I'd done the right thing. And I wouldn't betray her confidence. She was right. Women like my mom would run her out of town, if they knew what she'd done... what she'd allowed to be done to her. It would be a mess.

I sat forward, and for some crazy reason I buried my face in her lap. I felt the scratchy lace from her dress on my forehead. I drew her delicate, delightful scent in through my nostrils.

"Miss Bailey..." I said, my voice muffled, "I meant what I said. I love you. I always have. Please... please let me... love you..."

I'm not sure what I even meant, or what I intended for her to interpret from that. I just sat there, my face in her lap, and breathed in her wonderful smell.

"Richard..." she said hesitantly, and I felt her hand touch me, on the back of my head. "Richard... I appreciate that, and I respect it. You may love me, of course you may. But what you saw today... what you saw me doing with Elbert... that had nothing to do with... love. I hope you can understand."

"I know," I said, snuffling. "I'm not saying... I want that. I just want... to hold you."

I figured that was safe to say. And it was true. I hungered to feel her, in my arms. Just smelling her scent had me... aroused, again.

"Oh dear," she said, laughing slightly. "I certainly had no intention of starting something... like this. I'm not actually sure... what I thought I was starting, if anything..."

"Miss Bailey," I said, finally raising up. "It'll all be okay. Don't worry. Just... please... let me hold you... a minute..."

She sighed, staring at me. "Richard, Richard," she said. "What I have started?"

"Nothing..." I said, "nothing... Miss Bailey... I'm sorry if it upsets you... but I do... have strong feelings for you."

"No, it doesn't upset me," she said, "I just don't... I just don't want you to get your hopes up, too far. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't," I said, although I did realize it was a distinct possibility. Well, that I could get my feelings hurt. I didn't know anything about the bitter pain of love, yet.

"Let's move back to the living room, where it's more... comfortable," she said, and stood up. I followed, and seated myself on the couch beside her. I had no idea what was going to happen next. She rose, and disappeared up the hallway, and I heard the lock of the front door click.

She returned, and sat, even closer to me, and daintily cleared her throat.

"Richard," she said. She reached her hands out to me, and then she slowly scooted closer to me, until she carefully took my hands in hers. She got even closer, and closer yet, and I realized she was going to let me do just what I'd ask... to hold her. She was practically touching me, by now. I didn't really know what to do with my hands, but I realized, about that time... I'm going to get to do what I said I wanted, I'm going to hold her... I felt like I was being invited to hold her. I carefully reached out, and took her in my arms.

I finally got all situated, sitting beside her, on the couch, with my arms around her. She was, like a said, a small person, and I was taller than her, at this stage. From there, it felt totally natural to put my head down on her shoulders, my face in her neck, and breath in her wonderful smell.

"Awww..." she said, almost laughing. I hoped she realized how much honest pleasure she was giving me. The feeling of her body beneath my hands was... unreal. I loved it. I wanted to sit there and hold her until judgment day. She was soft and warm and she smelled so good. I just fell in love with her all that much more.

"Oh, Miss Bailey," I said, my voice cracking, "I love you. I love you, I love you."

She chuckled again. "Richard, dear child," she said. "I may be the first, but I'm sure there will be many other girls in your arms, before you find the right one. I almost wish I was her, but I'm twenty years older than you. You will find her someday."

I nodded, thinking fifteen. I knew how old Miss Bailey was, and she was only fifteen years older than me. That wasn't that much, I thought.

"Miss Bailey..." I half-way whispered, my mouth just an inch from her ear. I summoned every bit of nerve my body possessed. "May I... kiss you? Just once?"

She sighed. "Richard... I'm sorry... I'm not doing this to tease you. And I don't want, in spite of what you saw earlier... I don't want you to think I'm that kind of girl. Just once, my dear. Yes, you may."

I leaned back, happy. I didn't really know what to do, after that, but I thought, how hard can it be? I leaned back into her, and our lips met. Oh, that felt wonderful... I thought I was going to faint. I'm getting to kiss her, I thought, I'm actually getting to kiss her.

I finally ended it, I wasn't sure how long to hold it. I didn't know the protocol, back then. She sat back.

"Richard," she said. Our faces were still just inches apart. I could feel her breath on my face. "You are a wonderful boy. I'm not just saying that. You are my best student. And you are nice, and polite, and a pleasure to be around. You make me wish I was twenty years younger. Thank you, thank you for being such a wonderful young man."

I nodded, unsure of what reaction she wished, from all this praise. She surprised me by leaning in, again, and giving me a kiss on my lips. Not as long as the first one, but at genuine kiss. I was on cloud nine.

She seemed content to just sit there, in my arms. I was certainly content. I felt a great closeness to her, an intimacy that I loved. I wondered if she'd ever let me do this again. I realized her face was so close that we were almost touching. And she'd done it, she was leaning into me. I barely had time to get my mouth ready, and we touched again. This time, I decided to let her set the pace. We kissed, and we kissed, and kissed. I was able to breathe through my nose, otherwise I would have died, because I wasn't giving that up for anything. Finally, after what felt like minutes, we broke apart.

"Goodness," she said, fanning herself with her hand. "You are... quite accomplished, for a young man." She laughed, and I laughed with her, not really understanding, but hey, I know when to just follow along.

She seemed to be leaning her body into me, also. I felt more and more of her slight weight in my arms.

"Richard..." she said. She sighed deeply. "I would like... to give you something special. But I don't want you to think I'm... I'm doing it just to buy your silence. I feel for you, and I want to make this... special. Would you allow that?"

"Of course, Miss Bailey!" I said. At this stage I would have allowed anything, even if she said she wanted to poke my eyes out. I was deeply in love with her, a million times more than I'd been just this morning. Getting to kiss her was special, and wonderful... although, of course, I did remember... Elbert got to put his weenie inside her. That would be kinda special, too.

"Richard," she said, "I'm a little... sore... Elbert was a kind of rough. I didn't really expect that. But, anyway... let's not today, but maybe next week... we can try something a little more... involved. Let's start out... slowly, okay?"

She leaned back, away from me, and I thought, awww... my heart was beating wildly, though... had she meant what it sounded like she'd meant? That next week... she be willing... to let me do what Elbert had done? Whisper it... to fuck her? I didn't dare hope. I'd just have to wait and see.

She had leaned back for a reason, I realized. She unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it off, pulling her arms through the long sleeves. She had a lacy white brassiere on, and it looked... greatly stimulating, to say the least. I was certainly stimulated. She reached back behind her and unsnapped it, and once again, my world changed forever.

She had the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen. They are still the best I've seen, to this day. They were perfect. About the size of two oranges, and shaped very similar. And crowned with two fat, luscious nipples. The girls I'd seen in Playboy had nothing on this woman, I realized. These... these were perfection. These were holy objects, sacred artifacts from the temple of love.

She reached out and grasped my hands, one in each of her hand. She drew my hands towards her body, and without my having to do anything except follow her lead, my hands were on her breasts.

I cannot properly describe the emotions that ran through my mind during this episode. The feel of her soft, warm breasts under my touch was unreal. I thought I was going to pass out. Her nipples were plump and almost hard. I carefully rubbed. How different they felt from the smooth soft skin of her breast. What a contrast. I can die, now, I thought. I can die happy.

I can't tell you how long that went on. Such an experience can never be long enough. But what happened next kicked things up a notch.

"Goodness, Richard," she said, and I looked away from her fabulous breasts long enough to see what she was looking at. She was looking at my crotch, at the lump in my pants. Good grief. I turned red, and started stammering.

"Richard," she laughed, "there's nothing to be ashamed of. You are a normal young man. Please... allow me to have a little fun... withdraw your... organ."

I just sat there, frozen, my hands still on her wonderful breasts. Had I heard her right? Could she possible want... what it sounded like she wanted?

She laughed again, and reached down, for my zipper. She had some difficulty, there, though, and finally I straightened my legs and brought my hips forward, and she got me unzipped. She unsnapped my pants, and after some hesitation I lifted myself up on the couch slightly, and she wrestled my pants and underpants down to my knees.

"Goodness!" she said again. "you are... larger than Elbert... you should be proud."

I was. I wondered if that was true. Why would she say it, if not? I'd seen him in the showers, as I'd seen myself... soft... I had no idea if it was true. If it was true, then yeah. Damn. I was proud of myself.

Within seconds her hot little hands were on my cock. I just sat there and swooned, sighing with pleasure. I couldn't believe what was happening. I told myself, over and over again, Miss Bailey is playing with my dick. Miss Bailey is playing with my dick.

I finally remembered her tits, and began squeezing again. We passed several pleasurable minutes, as she fondled me, and I squeezed her. It was too much. I could have done it for hours.

"Richard," she finally said. I sighed in pleasure. What crafty, stimulating little hands she had. I was in love with her hands. "Richard. Sit back. I'm going to do something for you that I haven't done since my college days. When you remember me, years from now, remember me kindly. Remember that I, too, loved you." I nodded dumbly, not sure what was coming next. I knew it would be fun and exciting, whatever it was.

She removed her glasses, and laid them on the couch, and leaned down, holding her heavy braid back with her right hand. With her left she grasped my hard penis. I literally felt her breath on it, as she leaned down. To my great surprise, she gulped my whole organ into her mouth, and sucked it all the way in. I could feel the suction, as she sucked. It was exciting, to say the least. A light went on in my head. This is what they meant, when they said "blow job." It wasn't blowing at all, it was sucking. It should be called a suck job. I congratulated myself for figuring that one out.

I could think of none of my friends, among those who bragged about their exploits with girls and women, who said they'd had this done. I wasn't even really sure it was an option, until now. I just sat there, sighing with pleasure, as she ran my dick in and out of her mouth. I could feel her lips on the shaft of my penis. I could feel her tongue, occasionally, on the cap. I felt a twitch. What did I do now? How could I possibly hold it back?

I couldn't, I realized.

"Miss Bailey..." I said, touching her on the shoulder. She kept going. I felt another twitch. My god, I was going to ejaculate. To squirt my stuff. And she still had it in her mouth.

"Miss Bailey!" I said, louder. She opened her mouth, my dick still in it, and said, "Mmmmph!" loudly. I had no idea what that meant.

"Miss Bailey," I said for the third time. "I must warn you. I am going to ejaculate in a moment." She vigorously nodded her head. Okay, I thought. She knows. And she didn't seem to care. Once again, a light went on. She was going to swallow my... ejaculate. My cum. Now that really excited me, for some reason. The end came quickly. My whole body jerked, and I squirted into her mouth. I could feel her gulp it down, and I squirted again, and again. It felt incredible, way better than when I stroked myself, in bed. This one is for real, I thought. For real.

I finished, and she sucked me a little while longer, finally sitting up, and dropping my dick. She looked up and me and grinned, and we both laughed together, like we'd gotten away with something big. We had gotten away with something big, I thought. Something damn big. I knew I couldn't tell any of my friends about this, I respected her too much. Maybe I could just say "some girl" or something. I'll work something out, I thought. But I didn't want anyone to think anything bad about Miss Bailey. My Miss Bailey.

She rose, and sat primly by my side. I was tired, for some reason, but I felt good. I felt a warmth for her that eclipsed all my feelings for her. I loved her, at that moment, more than ever. I leaned forward, and we kissed for a few moments. I tasted the juices from my body on her lips, but it didn't bother me. I'd tasted that stuff before. It was no big deal.

"Thank you, Richard," she said, but I interrupted her.

"No," I said, "thank you."

She giggled, and stared at me. "Well, okay. I appreciate your kindness with me. You are a true gentleman.  Thank you for the afternoon."

She rose, and left the room. I looked at the clock as I pulled my pants back up, and zipped them. Three thirty. I heard her return, and looked up.

"Your dad is out there," she said. I picked up my books and stood. She approached me, and I hesitated, then froze as she leaned into me. We kissed again, a nice long one, and I felt her tongue touch my lips.

"Goodbye, Richard," she said. "Have a nice week. And don't forget to practice!"


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Reply #1 on: June 11, 2015, 01:36:36 PM
'Bot!

FanFuckantastic.    Described his feelings perfectly, as though I would feel if I was a young boy again.     I had my teacher crush and I imagined it was her and I in your story.   
I'm sure there is at least one more piano lesson bouncing around in that freaky mind of yours.

Strange, I'm not a fan at all of the younger girl stories/adult man.   Though, toss a young innocent boy/Woman or Milf into the story and SHAZAM!

I really got where his mind was at and these feelings he was experiencing for the first time.

"It felt incredible, way better than when I stroked myself."    This really struck a cord with me.   I remember the first time I was in a woman's mouth.   I thought the same thing.

A+++++     Well done, 'Bot!

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Reply #2 on: June 11, 2015, 05:31:22 PM
Great story. Maybe continue "next week". I hope so. :D



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Reply #3 on: June 12, 2015, 04:57:47 AM

Thanks, Joe&Mich, Kool & Toe...

your comments are appreciated. Glad somebody liked it. It was a slow night at work.

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Reply #4 on: June 15, 2015, 10:29:45 PM
I really enjoyed your story... like all of your others.

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Reply #5 on: June 16, 2015, 12:23:21 AM
I really enjoyed your story... like all of your others.

Pokkets

Thanks, Pokkets, your comments are much appreciated. I'm always glad when somebody enjoys my stuff. Thanks for reading.

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