The First Movement.

Simon was a man in his Forties, married to his work. It left little space for other pastimes, but he had had a number of relationships with the opposite sex over the years. They had never lasted for a very long time, because his partners soon looked for a permanent, full-time commitment from him, which he was unwilling to give.

He was very happy to have a physical relationship, and was skilled in his touch, playing his partner's bodies like an instrument of love, but to make it a permanent and exclusive arrangement, he wanted an additional spark which he had never felt. His partners may have done, but he did not.

So he continued to pursue his passion for music; the classical variety, though he was not averse to some of the popular compositions he heard. He had his ambitions as a composer, but was first and foremost a pianist.

He held a position as a Music Master at a prestigious school, specialising in Piano.

His pupils, of both sexes, respected him and some of the older girls very much admired him as a man too. He was quite handsome and well built, but what appealed most was the softness of his voice, which could turn instantly into a hard-edged command, and the soft, delicate touch of his long, dextrous fingers on the keyboard, which could equally turn to a strong grip when necessary. He seemed sensitive and caring, but firm and forceful when required. His smile suggested a sense of humour too.

Several of the older girls fantasised about him, and some shared their scurrilous thoughts; one or two tried to flirt, but outwardly, at least, he seemed oblivious to their interest and to their girlish giggles. One of them, though, approaching her time to move on to University, decided to attempt to seduce him before she set out into the wider world.

She was amongst his very best pupils, and he wanted her to succeed in her musical ambitions, but he would not treat her any differently at school. He would have been instantly dismissed if he had showed any sign of inappropriate behaviour with a student, but he did become very well-aware that she was more than a little interested in him as a man. He was flattered, but he could not respond.

She flirted more and more outrageously, testing his patience and his resolve to behave with propriety, but there were occasions when her close presence, her smile, her softly lilting voice and her trembling wet lips made an impact on him. He had sometimes struggled to suppress his erections when she brushed up so close to him, or made ambiguous comments about his strong hands and soft touch, while sighing gently. She was an accomplished tease, and she knew he recognised her interest.

Sara eventually realised that Simon was not going to give way in the daily life of school, and decided to adopt a different approach- but she was determined to have him before she left home for University.

She did quite well in her Music exams, but not as well as Simon knew she could.

When the time came for her to leave school, having already passed her eighteenth birthday, there was to be a formal interview at the school with her parents, to give guidance for her future development in life. Sara prepared for that by telling her mother how much she wanted to pursue a career in music, and how much she admired Simon; she argued that some private tuition at home, in the holiday between leaving school and going to University, would be enormously beneficial for her.

They were a small and well-off family; her mother, Anna, was divorced and worked long hours to maintain their lifestyle, which included a large house, equipped with a grand piano in the lounge. The house was part of her divorce settlement two years ago.

Her husband had worked very hard for many years to accumulate their fortune, but that had involved frequent long absences from home, and she knew that he had been unfaithful on many of his trips. She understood and did not really resent that, even though she remained faithful herself, but their own sex life withered away, and when they finally decided to part, he was generous in the settlement, acknowledging his responsibilities to her and to Sara. She bore no grudge and was in no hurry to replace her partner, but the years passed, while she focused on Sara's development into a responsible young woman.

Her mother was very understanding and sympathetic to Sara's pleadings about Simon, but also had strong suspicions about Sara's personal motives. Of course, she wanted her daughter to fulfil her potential in every way, including musically, and they had always had a very close but honest and open relationship. When she challenged Sara's interest in Simon, she was not surprised to hear her true wishes.

Sara had previously talked about her anxiety to lose her virginity before she left for University, and Anna had fully understood that. She had felt the same herself, in her youth, and so she had already arranged for her daughter to be prescribed the Pill. It seemed the responsible thing to do, but she did not want her daughter to become too uninhibited when she left home. She recalled that she herself had been introduced to sex by an older man, and thought she had benefited in her later sexual life.

Anna was of a very similar age to Simon. She had never met him, but was impressed with everything Sara told her about him, which she did relentlessly, and she agreed to raise the possibility of some private tuition from Simon, after Sara finally left his school.

Anna first met Simon at Sara's leaving interview at the school. She had been prepared by Sara's descriptions and her comments about him, but she was nevertheless startled to find such a handsome, unattached and educated man sitting opposite her to talk about Sara. Simon was equally startled to meet such a beautiful and sophisticated older version of Sara, and to have them both face him across the table was distinctly unnerving.

With nudges from Sara, Anna raised the possibility of private tuition after the end of her final term at the school, to improve her skills. Simon hesitated, because there was not much time before Sara would leave for University, so any teaching programme would have to be intensive. He was also more than a little anxious about Sara's possible behaviour when freed from the inhibitions of school. He would lack the authority of a school-teacher, he thought.

However, he was also charmed by Anna, and agreed to meet with her at her home later, to view the settings for any teaching, and discuss his 'Terms and Conditions' as a Home Tutor.

Sara left the interview with a smiling face and a pounding heart; she was still a virgin, but was determined not to be when she set off for University in a couple of months.

Anna also found herself somewhat aroused by meeting Simon in the flesh, and felt some trembling between her legs, which she had not felt since her divorce two years before. She had had no new sexual encounters since then, and Simon's combination of soft gentle understanding with hard, determined clarity of purpose had certainly piqued her interest. He was an attractive man, and she fully understood why Sara seemed fixated on him.

Simon himself felt rather conflicted. He found the young Sara and the mature Anna both very attractive, and in all honesty, he wasn't quite sure which of them was responsible for the sudden rush of blood around his body. Perhaps it was both?

Simon arrived at the impressive house at the agreed time. Anna was waiting to show him around, and in particular the Grand Piano in the lounge, overlooking the expansive grounds.

Over tea, they discussed how Simon might help Sara in her musical ambitions, and agreed that lengthy tutorials were required, to make any impact in the short time before Sara was due to leave for University. They settled upon tutorials of two hours each week, after school hours, for the next three weeks before Sara departed. The fees she offered Simon were at the generous end of the scale, and he could find no reason to refuse.

Before they finally agreed, though, Anna felt obliged to be completely honest with Simon. She summoned up her courage and told him that she was well aware that Sara had set her sights on seducing Simon, now that she had left school. She did not say that she could understand why, but she certainly thought it.

Simon was taken aback by her openness and her intimate knowledge of her daughter's thoughts and feelings, but impressed that she could maintain such a relationship with a teenage daughter, racked with hormonal urges.

Anna made it clear that it was no part of his contract to succumb to Sara's wishes, but that she, her mother, would fully understand if he did. She revealed that Sara is a virgin, and she understood her desire to resolve that before she left for University. She confessed her own experience in this matter, and Simon found himself aroused by the thought of this beautiful woman, in her youth, being deflowered by an older man. Her openness was astonishing, and he reciprocated, fully explaining his own sexual history to date.

She felt a fluttering in her belly when she told Simon that she would understand if Simon rejected this opportunity to spend time with Sara, and she would make some excuse for him if he decided that. Sara would get over it.

Simon agreed to take on the role of Tutor, and to allow things to progress at their own pace, and only at Sara's instigation, but he did not promise to comply with her every wish. Although Anna did not ask him to, he said that he would fully disclose details of any 'extra-curricular' activity to her after each lesson.

When Simon left the house, Anna secured the same agreement from Sara, who was delighted at the prospect of the Home Tutoring course that had been agreed.

The Second Movement.

The first Tutorial was a very nervous occasion for all concerned; Anna was not working that evening, and despite fierce glares from Sara, she chose to 'sit in' on the lesson.

Sara was very frustrated by this, and tried to control her urges to flirt with Simon. She did manage to lean back against him from time to time, as he stood behind her while she sat at the piano. She occasionally turned her body so that her shoulder grazed against Simon, and was convinced that she could feel some swelling. When he leaned forward over her shoulder, to play a few notes with his long, strong fingers, she almost fainted with desire and was sure she could feel his erection against her body.

In most regards the lesson passed uneventfully, but as soon as they had both said goodnight to Simon, Sara virtually exploded with rage at her mother. They agreed that the next lesson would be a private affair between Sara and Simon, while Anna retreated to another room.

And so it was.

Sara prepared herself in every way, preening and pampering her body, and dressing in a low-cut top and short skirt. She wore no panties beneath, in the hope that she might make significant progress with Simon.

When he stood behind her now, looking down at the keyboard, he could not avoid staring down her cleavage. She had very ample breasts, and was sufficiently aroused by Simon's presence to cause her erect nipples to press against the thin fabric of her top.

He leaned forward to play a few notes and she definitely felt the hardness of his erection against her shoulder. She softly placed her own hands on his, on the keyboard, noting the great difference in size.

She looked up at him, with wide hazel-brown eyes, full of virgin innocence, and said, “Simon, do you find me attractive? I love your hands... in fact I think I love everything about you... at least what I have seen so far!”

Simon was immediately flustered by the directness of her flirting, and stood back to compose himself. “I'm not sure exactly what you want or expect from me, Sara,” he said, “but it is clearly more than piano lessons!”

“Certainly, I want more than that.” said Sara. “I am soon to go out into the world, but with little or no experience of men yet. I have kissed and cuddled with a few boys at school, and once I played with a boy's cock until he came - very quickly- but I am still a virgin. At least, I have never had a cock inside me, though I have teased myself with my fingers until I came, and I have a small vibrator to tease my clit as well.”

Simon flushed red at her directness, so like her mother's. In the back of his mind, he was thinking that Anna wanted him to relieve Sara of the burden of her virginity.

She looked up at him again, wide-eyed and with moist, parted lips, and her breasts heaved against the fabric of her top as she breathed deeply. “Your fingers are so long and elegant, Simon. They would reach so much further than my own, and I'm sure you could play my body beautifully, like a musical instrument. You are a man of experience, and I need you to educate me in so much more than music.”

“I do understand,” said Simon, “but we have time to take this step-by-step, and we should be careful. We have more tutorials scheduled, but right now, you have teased me beyond endurance. You say you have played with a boy before. Perhaps we should start there?”

“Oh, Simon!” said Sara, “ I have sometimes felt your hard cock in your trousers when I tease you, and I've fantasised about playing with you. I could compare that with my only experience so far – then we could decide how much further to go in these lessons.”

She turned on the piano stool to face him, and while she looked up into his face, she rolled her top down to her waist, exposing her beautiful breasts in full. She had wide pink areolae around darker pink nipples, atop firm, pert breasts.

Simon shivered as he stood before her, close enough that she had to open her thighs around him, and said, “Explore as you wish, Sara. I will not force anything on you- it is for you to take what you want.”

She reached up to unbuckle and unbutton him, dropping his trousers to the floor. Then she gasped as she saw the swollen head of his cock emerging from the waistband of his briefs, throbbing as it grew with his every breath.

“My God,” she said, “you are huge! So much bigger that the boy I knew!”

She reached forward to release him from his briefs and groaned in ecstasy as she studied every angle, every throbbing vein. “May I touch you, Simon?” she said.

“Like I said, do whatever you wish, Sara,” said Simon, and stood solid as a rock before her. He closed his eyes when she first touched him, and she squealed when his cock reacted with a twitch.

Sara took her opportunity and wrapped one hand around Simon's hard shaft, feeling the blood pulsing as she squeezed gently. Then she wrapped another hand around him and slowly moved them both up and down, noting the swelling of the bulbous head as she did so.

She sat back a little, and one hand drifted down between her legs, a finger playing with her clit, while another explored her pussy lips. “You are thicker than him, too,” she observed. “I have fingered myself before, like I said, but it was an effort to squeeze two fingers inside myself. Your cock is at least three fingers wide!”

Simon said, “We must take things slowly, Sara. Just do what you did with that boy before, and play with yourself while you do. I will not intervene, and I will try to warn you when I am about to cum.”

She looked up at him again, and said, “You are amazing, Simon! This is exactly what I need and want.”

She leaned forwards and, with some difficulty, briefly stretched her mouth around the swollen head of his cock, allowing her saliva to run freely down the length and lubricate the movement of her hand, squeezing and stroking up and down. Her other hand continued to play with her own pussy, and she gasped with pleasure.

Simon said, “Just keep stroking me, as firmly as you like. Sit back a little so that you can see what happens, as it did with your boy.”

“He would have cum long ago!” laughed Sara. She was delighted with the way this lesson was going and already looking forward to those ahead. It felt that a boundary had been crossed, and there was no going back now! She was right.

While she pumped on Simon's cock, and fingered herself more and more vigorously, he reached down to weigh one breast in each hand. He lifted them, squeezing gently and teasing her erect nipples with his strong fingers.

As her strokes became firmer, faster and more insistent, he squeezed her breasts more firmly, and her fingers danced around her clit. She had pressed her long middle finger inside her wet pussy, and was thrusting it in and out in time with her strokes of Simon's cock.

She almost choked when Simon said, “It will be soon now, Sara”, and his hips began to thrust his cock urgently through her hand. He looked up at the ceiling, to delay as long as possible, but the point of no return had arrived.

She thrust her finger into herself with even more vigour while clamping her hand tighter on his cock, stroking from the tip to the root. She watched as his balls tightened and throbbed in preparation, then squealed loudly as the first spurt of cum shot high above her head, followed by another, and another. She was shaking uncontrollably, gasping with the effort of breathing, and wide-eyed at the amount of cum shooting from the tip of Simon's cock, while her cunt convulsed tightly around her own finger.

As the spurts of cum subsided, and Simon's cock slowly began to soften in her hand, she recovered her composure a little.

“Thank you so much, Simon!” she said. “That was truly spectacular! I'm covered in your cum now.. I think it's in my hair, and it's running down my breasts! I will need a shower!”

She giggled and flashed her brown eyes at him. “That was so much more, so much better, so much longer-lasting than my one and only experience with a boy. Thank you for indulging me, Simon. I hope we can go forward from here in our remaining lessons!”

“Certainly,” said Simon, “we will take one step at a time. There is no great hurry and you can call a halt at any time. Is there anything that concerns you?”

“My only concern, Simon, is that you are much bigger than I expected! I think I will have to ask you to treat me gently in the coming lessons; and speaking of 'coming lessons' I have to say that you were in a different league to the boy I wanked off.. in every way.”

They both stood and covered themselves again, with only a hug and a chaste kiss. Sara tried to make more of the kiss, but Simon backed off and said, “That is for another lesson, on another day, Sara! Now I need to leave you to clean up... not only yourself, but the piano stool too. We have both made it very, very wet!”

When he got home, later that evening, Simon called Anna to detail exactly what had happened. She was elated because Sara had already told her the same story and had been ecstatic about her experience and Simon's kindness. All parties seemed satisfied; Simon and Sara certainly were, and Anna was pleased for her daughter.

That evening, she lay in bed and pictured the events described to her by both Simon and Sara, and her own fingers worked hard, bringing herself to a satisfying orgasm. She was skilled in doing so, after two years or more alone.

The Third Movement.

Nearly a week had passed since the second lesson. Their third and fourth lessons were timed for consecutive days this week, because of Simon's work commitments.

This time, Anna had asked Sara's permission to be present as an observer, and although she was reluctant, she agreed, on condition that Anna stayed very much in the background and did not intervene in any way. Anna called Simon in advance to warn him of her presence, but asked him not to be inhibited by her. That was easy to say, but he found himself already aroused by the thought of her watching him with her daughter.

The lesson began as usual, with Sara sitting at the piano, and Simon standing behind her. Anna sat in a comfortable chair in the background, but with a clear view of them both. They spent a while playing a piece on the piano, but Sara was very restless, shifting about on the stool, and frequently leaning into him. Eventually, she lost patience, and said, “Simon, what else am I going to learn today? Beyond the piano, I mean!”

Simon said, “I think we should devote this week to oral arousal. You have seen me exposed now, and I think you should learn to take me in your mouth. You know what to expect now, and it is entirely up to you whether you swallow my cum or allow it to spill. You will make your own choices.”

He heard Anna shifting in her seat, and Sara glanced over at her. She was reassured when Anna merely smiled and nodded in encouragement.

“Can we both get naked this time?” asked Sara. “I have prepared myself to be seen by you, and I would love to see you entirely naked, too.”

“Certainly,” said Simon, “You lead the way.”

Sara stood in front of Simon, half hidden from Anna by Simon's body. She locked eyes with him and simply slipped off her low-cut top, while allowing her short skirt to fall in a pool around her feet. She was totally naked in front of him, and he immediately noted that she was shaved smooth between her legs. He was a little surprised at this sophistication, and Sara said, “Is that OK, Simon? Mum thought it would be best, and helped me to shave and cream and moisturise, so that I am totally bare down there. I wasn't sure what you'd like or expect.”

“It is perfect, Sara. It doesn't matter to me, but you look beautiful in this state, and it will make our explorations a little simpler.”

Sara looked over Simon's shoulder and smiled her thanks to her mother in the background.

“Why don't you undress me, now, Sara?” said Simon, and turned so that he and Sara were sideways on to Anna. “But first let's kiss properly.”

He bent his head down, cupping her face in his hands, and clamping his mouth firmly over her red lips. His thumbs circled her ears, flicking her earlobes and occasionally probing into her ears, making her squeal.

She pressed her naked body against him, and opened her mouth to allow their tongues to flicker and dance together, tasting each other, with deep passionate kisses. Their bodies squirmed against each other too, and she could feel his growing erection. She stood back briefly and unbuttoned his shirt, before pressing her hard nipples against him, and squeezing her soft breasts into his body.

After a short spell of kissing and cuddling like this, she stepped back, pulling his shirt from his body and throwing it aside. Then she knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his trousers, which dropped to the floor. She turned her face towards Anna and beamed a huge smile as she rubbed her cheek against Simon's cock, partly encased in his cotton briefs. She mouthed 'Thank You' to her mother, then turned her attention back to Simon and slowly drew his briefs down, allowing his cock to spring out in front of her face.

There was a slight gasp from Anna, who stirred in her chair, and Simon glanced over at her. It was her first real sight of Simon naked, though Sara had no doubt described him. Anna realised that she had not been exaggerating. She was very flushed now, the hem of her skirt raised to her thighs, and one hand between them. Their eyes met, and she smiled at him, nodding encouragement.

He refocused on Sara, who grasped his hard cock as she had before, but even when she stretched her naked body up from her kneeling position, she still had to force his cock downwards to allow herself to kiss the tip. She toyed with it, pursing her lips to surround the tip and licking with her pointed tongue, spreading the beads of pre-cum over the dome of the head.

“Do as you wish, Sara,” said Simon, “but the next step would be for you to take my cock into your mouth, swirl your tongue around the head, and suck gently while your lips seal around the head. Just imagine you're sucking on an ice lolly and enjoying all the tastes. If you want to, you can use one hand to stoke the shaft, like you did before, and the other to fondle and squeeze my balls.”

She did as he asked, while he locked eyes with Anna, and she ostentatiously licked her lips. This added to his excitement, and he lightly grasped Sara's head to encourage her to take more of his cock into her mouth. She looked up nervously, and he apologised, saying, “You are in charge, Sara. Take as much or as little as you wish- I will warn you again when I think I am about to cum.” He put his hands behind his back and looked again at Anna, while her daughter slowly edged his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Anna's mouth was open too, now. Simon was not sure whether it was astonishment at the scene in front of her, or perhaps a desire to imagine herself in Sara's place.

Meanwhile, Sara was slowly edging Simon's cock deeper inside her mouth, trying to get her tongue out of the way. She turned her head to one side, rewarding Simon and Anna with the sight of her cheek bulging as she pressed the head of his cock against it. Then she lined herself up and pushed forwards against him, until her lips met her other hand, wrapped around the shaft.

She looked up nervously as she removed that hand and tried to press further over Simon's cock, but gagged when it touched the back of her mouth, and withdrew a little. She sucked loudly on him and briefly withdrew him to say, “I don't think I can take you much further than that, Simon. Is that OK?”

“Of course,” he said, “just practice sucking and licking, and feel more comfortable with me inside your mouth. You need to take pleasure from the sensations, not just to please me, but to enjoy those feelings yourself. It is not necessary to take me any deeper than you feel happy with.”

Sara took Simon literally, and moved her mouth, lips and tongue more and more confidently around him, experimenting with the angles against her inner cheeks and the roof of her mouth. Becoming bolder, she looked up at him and grazed the shaft of his cock with her teeth as she slowly withdrew it, then sucked noisily on the head, slurping and swallowing her own saliva as she tasted his cock for the first time.

All of this was witnessed by her mother, struggling to contain her own passion, and Simon rapidly approached his climax, saying, “It will be soon now, Sara. Be prepared!”

This seemed to prompt her into a frenzy, one hand pumping up and down on his cock as she had done before, while the other squeezed his balls, and her slurping mouth moved up and down on him as far as she could go. Her saliva was dripping from her lips.

Simon just had to grasp her head now, to hold her still, and she looked up at him while she felt the pulses of cum rise from his balls, throb up the length of his shaft, and spurt very forcefully against the back of her throat. Her immediate reaction was to pull back before she choked, and Simon's cock slipped momentarily from her mouth, allowing the second spurt to escape, before she recaptured it for the third.

She groaned as she tried to swallow the full load being deposited inside her- picturing the quantity she had seen come from him before- while the spurt that had escaped dribbled down her face and cheeks again.

Anna squealed silently as she saw Simon cum inside her daughter's mouth, her thighs clamped tight around one fist pressed against her pussy, and she bit hard onto her other fist, while her body trembled.

Sara was busy swallowing, her hands grasping Simon's ass, to pull him against her. But as Simon's climax subsided, she let his cock loose from her mouth and howled a loud scream of delight, while her hands slipped down to press against her own convulsing pussy.

Simon congratulated Sara on her first-time performance, and she beamed the widest of smiles, while cum still dripped from her chin. He helped her to her feet and they pressed together in a sticky embrace.

Anna coughed, almost choked, and said, “Yes, that was quite a performance you both put on! You need to go and clean yourself up, Sara, but I know Simon has to leave soon. I'd like to know what the plan is for tomorrow's lesson, because I can't be here then.”

As he dressed, Simon said, “Sara is doing very well, isn't she! I think she should experience my oral attention tomorrow, and we will climax, so to speak, with full sexual connection in the last lesson, next week. I promised she would no longer be a virgin at the end of this course, and ready to go out into the world with sexual confidence.”

Anna said, “I'm not sure I can bear to watch any more of your lessons, Simon! I will have to rely on you and Sara to tell me what happens. I am so glad that she is on the Pill, though, having seen your output... or is it input?”

Sara raised herself on tiptoes to kiss Simon with a sticky kiss, saying, “Thank you, Simon, that was wonderful! I must go and clean myself, and rinse that salty taste from my mouth!” Turning to Anna, she said, “Thank you too, Mum, for arranging all this. I'll never forget it, ever!”

“I'm sure I won't!” muttered Anna, while Simon gathered himself to leave. “You know, Simon, you could earn a fortune doing this!”

Simon laughed and said, “I don't think so, Anna. I will be here tomorrow to treat Sara to her own oral experience, then we will go on to the final session next week.”

The following day, Simon arrived to find Sara already naked, sitting alone at the piano. She played a few notes while he listened, and she created a beautifully lyrical tune, with a gentle theme swelling and growing, speeding to a fierce climax and a sudden ending. He congratulated her, but she looked up and said, “It was thinking of you yesterday that inspired me, Simon! I'm hoping for more inspiration today.”

“I hope to meet your expectations, Sara. I'm assuming that no man or boy, or anyone for that matter, has ever gone down on you before. So this will be an entirely novel experience for you...” He led her to the armchair where Anna had sat yesterday, and swiftly undressed to stand between her open thighs.

“I'm glad we're alone for this lesson, Simon,” she said, eyeing his already swollen cock. “Can I take you in my mouth again? It was such a delightful experience yesterday, and I'd love to repeat it!”

“No, Sara,” he said, “today I will be going down on you. So you just need to sit back, bring your hips forward, and revel in the pleasures I hope you will feel.”

He knelt between her thighs, placing a hand on each knee to widen them a little, and his long, strong fingers stroked gently up the soft inside of each thigh. His fingers walked softly on her thighs as though he was playing the tune she had just created, and she groaned each time he approached her pussy, only to withdraw to her knees again.

“Please, Simon, please touch me... I can't bear waiting any longer. I have been anticipating this all day, and trying to resist playing with myself, saving myself for you. I love playing with myself, but of course, I am in control of my own fingers and it will be such a pleasure to feel you play me, not knowing what you will do next!”

“I understand,” said Simon. “I think you just have to relax and give your body entirely to my control now. I suggest that you play with your own breasts to keep your hands occupied, while I concentrate on your pussy. I can see that you have been anticipating this... your pussy is already dripping wet, and the outer lips are swollen, and wanting to part for me. Just lie back, close your eyes, and relax.”

Sara did as instructed and played with her breasts, squeezing them together and pinching her pink nipples hard, while spreading her thighs as wide as she could, inviting Simon to touch her.

She jumped and squealed at the very first touch of his fingers, which parted her outer lips to reveal the inner folds, already swollen and opening to uncover the dark inner well of her cunt, overflowing with her juices.

He ran one long middle finger from back to front, spreading her juices forward to where the red button of her clit emerged under the pressure of his other hand. He teased it with his thumb while he slowly inserted his long finger inside her, and curled it up to press against the front of her inner walls. She jumped as he touched a sensitive spot, and he focussed his fingertip there, pressing and circling it while his thumb circled her throbbing clit.

She gripped her own breasts even harder and moaned rhythmically as her moved one finger in and out of her cunt. His finger was longer and thicker than her own, and she thought it reached depths her own finger could not.

She gasped when he pressed a second finger inside her, stretching her wider than she had ever felt before. Then she remembered how thick Simon's cock had seemed when she first saw it, and knew she would have to accept more than two of his fingers when he finally fucked her. For now, two of his fingers seemed more than enough, as he slid them steadily in and out, dripping with her natural lube.

When he dropped his head to clasp her swollen clit between his lips, she squealed and jerked. When he sucked it inside his mouth and flickered his tongue around it, she squealed again. And when he combined this with writhing his two fingers in and out of her cunt, swirling around her most sensitive spot, she almost screamed and fainted, gripping her own breasts harder than ever.

He pressed his mouth even more firmly against her clit as she rocked her hips back and forth against him, and her hands fell down to grasp his head, pulling him into her. His tongue flickered, then he withdrew his fingers and his tongue licked firmly along the length of her pussy lips, and probed deeply inside her cunt, while his fingers transferred to her clit, stroking and pinching it.

Now, she really did scream.

Her body shuddered and shook, and her legs stretched out over Simon's shoulders, while her hands pressed his head against her pussy, which fluttered over his mouth. She bent at the waist, wrapping herself around Simon, who felt the softness of her breasts against him. He was soaked in her juices, which had spurted over his face as she reached the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. She had made herself cum in the past, but it had never been anything like this!

She flopped back like a soft toy doll, and Simon gently withdrew his fingers and mouth. She was occasionally wracked by random tremors as her orgasm subsided, with little gasps and groans.

Simon stood in front of her, and she shivered when she saw his erect cock in front of her. “O my God, Simon!” she said, “I'm not sure I could take that now, however much I want to!”

“That was never the plan, for this lesson,” said Simon, as he swiftly dressed. “That is for next week's lessons, Sara.”

“But, Simon,” said Sara, “don't you need some relief? That has obviously excited you so much!”

“Don't even think about that now,” said Simon. “Just focus on your own feelings, and enjoy your first experience of this type. I will deal with my own needs later, don't worry. But now I think you should sleep and recover yourself... let the experience sink deep into your memory, your body's memory as well as your mind's. You should never forget it.”

“I never shall, Simon, you can be certain of that,” murmured Sara as her eyes closed and she drifted towards sleep.

“I will be back next week for your final lessons,” said Simon, “and I think we will have to abandon this room, and move to your bedroom, so prepare yourself for that.”

He leaned over her to kiss her gently on the forehead, saying, “Sleep well, Sara”.

He left her curled up in the armchair and went home to relieve himself privately. It was easy to do, while he pictured fucking the virgin Sara in her own bed, next week.

The Fourth Movement.

Simon arrived for the final lesson, and was welcomed into the house by Anna. She had been treated to ecstatic descriptions of the previous 'lesson' from Sara, and was herself aroused enough to need some self-administered treatment in private.

She struggled to retain her composure when she said, “So these are the final steps, Simon? I'm so glad for Sara, having such a considerate and skilled tutor! I wish my own introduction had been so... professional. I think you will meet with her in her bedroom today? I won't be there, of course, except in spirit! I just hope you don't spoil her for any future partner...”

Simon stumbled over his reply, saying, “I hope not, Anna! That was never the intention. You both wanted me to relieve her of what you called 'the burden' of her virginity, before she set out into the world, and that is what I have prepared for, step by step. I had no intention of creating a dependent relationship; on the contrary, I just wanted to equip her with the knowledge and experience to find her own way confidently, with her own contemporaries. I hope I haven't overstepped?”

“No, no, Simon, I wasn't suggesting that,” said Anna, hastily, “ I just meant that you are a very skilled lover! She is waiting for you in her bedroom, and I hope you will have as successful a lesson as all the previous ones. You must tell me about it in private one day.”

Anna led Simon to Sara's room and tapped quietly on the door, only opening it when Sara said, “Come in.” Then she opened it wide and announced, “Your lover is here, Sara, enjoy yourself!”

She ushered Simon in to the room and left, but Simon noted that she did not entirely close the door. He ignored that and approached Sara, who sat naked on the end of her bed. She looked up at him and seemed a little anxious, biting her lower lip as she spoke.

“Simon,” she said, “you have been amazingly kind and gentle with me, and I have experienced so much with you since this began, but this seems to be the final step, and I really want to make the most of it, and you. I have been thinking through all that has happened, and I am a little bit anxious about you fucking me now. I've taken your cock a little way into my mouth, but when I first saw you I was shocked by your thickness, and I hope I can take you comfortably.”

Simon smiled and said, “Don't worry, Sara. I will be gentle, as always, and make sure you are well prepared for me. Just lie back now.”

He undressed completely while Sara watched, and he suspected that Anna was watching too, through the slightly open door. It didn't matter to him, and he focused on Sara, whose eyes were wide at the sight of his throbbing cock standing proud, ready to fuck her.

He leaned over her prone body, one hand playing with her wet pussy lips, while the other grasped her breast. He had noted how roughly she had treated her own breasts before, and she squirmed and moaned as both of his elegant hands went to work on her body. She writhed with pleasure and gasped, “Simon, please do it! I can't wait a moment longer!”

“I'm sure you can,” said Simon, but knelt between her thighs now. “There are so many positions I could fuck you in, Sara, but I think it's best if we start with the simplest of all. Open your thighs wide for me.”

He grasped his cock, forcing it down so that the head played along the wet slit between her open pussy lips, up and down, up and down. She jumped when it touched her exposed cli,t and he pressed himself against it, then again when he spread her inner lips with the head. He nudged himself forwards slowly, until she felt the tip of his head engage with her cunt... it felt so BIG!

Now that he was safely located, he leaned forwards and took her wrists in his hands, raising them above her head, and resting some of his weight on her breasts; she squirmed and wriggled her nipples against his chest.

“I will start slowly, Sara,” he said, “just tell me if you feel any discomfort.”

Resting his full weight on her, he slowly pressed his cock into her wet cunt. She was very well lubricated, but she felt herself being stretched wider and wider and thought she might split in two! Simon felt the tightness of her virgin cunt, but continued inexorably into her. She gripped him so tight, he could feel the rim of her cunt slide so slowly down his shaft, until he could go no further.

When he stopped, fully embedded inside her, she breathed out for the first time and tried to relax. She felt so full of cock! They lay together for a minute, interlocked at full depth, and Simon looked down at her for reassurance.

“Are you OK, Sara?” he said. “When you are ready, I will begin to fuck you, but once I start, I probably can't stop until it is all over. If you want me to, just say so, and I will try.”

“Fuck me, Simon,” she squealed, “fuck me and fill me to overflowing!” and she began to rock her hips against him.

He slowly withdrew almost full length, risking slipping out of her, but then slammed hard into her, causing her to scream as he crashed against her cervix, and his body hit hard against her clit. He did this once, twice, three times, then slowed the pace and released her arms, which she promptly wrapped tightly around him.

She moaned with every slow, deep stroke inside her, and her hips caught his rhythm. She wanted him to speed up and chase her orgasm, but he paused and raised his body a little.

“Try this,” he said, taking one of her legs up onto his shoulder, while he thrust inside her again.

“Oh,” she gasped, “that feels... different. It is making your cock explore inside me!”

Simon released her leg, then did the same with her other leg.

“Mmmm,” groaned Sara, “that is different again! I love the feeling of you inside me!”

Simon released her leg, but then straightened her and raised both legs onto his shoulders, doubling her up helplessly under his weight, while he gripped her wrists again, holding them beside her hips.

She squealed as he began to thrust in and out of her, pinned to her bed, and tried to respond with her hip action, but he was completely in charge of her. She breathed in rhythm with his thrusts, relishing each firm, deep thrust into her, as she breathed out.

Suddenly, Simon paused and released her legs and arms, his body falling onto hers with its full weight. His chest pressed her breasts flat against her, and only his hips moved sinuously, forcing his thick, long cock in and out of her cunt, squeezing her clit with every stroke.

Simon was sure he could hear heavy breathing from the doorway too, but Sara was becoming noisier with every stroke into her. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him into her, ever faster, ever deeper.

It was clear that they were both approaching their final orgasm, but Simon wanted Sara to cum first. “Let yourself go, Sara,” he gasped, as he continued thrusting into her.

She needed no more encouragement, as pictures of his cum shooting from his cock filled her mind, and the taste of him inside her mouth filled her senses. She began to shake, and her tremors forced Simon to release his cum deep inside her... they both stopped moving suddenly, though their bodies shook and trembled together, almost merging into one another. It took several minutes for their orgasms to subside, while their bodies slowly relaxed and all the tension in them was released.

They stayed locked together for a considerable time, while the mixture of Simon's cum and Sara's juices leaked from her. His cock slowly softened, and as he withdrew from her, there was a rush of their cocktail of juices from her cunt, soaking the bed.

Simon rolled aside and briefly caught sight of Anna's wide-eyed and open-mouthed face in the bedroom doorway. One hand was over her mouth, and the other between her legs, as she struggled to suppress her own climax. She quickly disappeared from view, but he knew that she had witnessed at least a part of her daughter's deflowering.

Simon and Sara lay alongside each other as their breathing returned to normal. Then he raised himself on one elbow to ask if she was OK.

“Simon,” she said, “ I am so much more than OK! I can't explain how wonderful that was. I have never experienced anything like it before, and somehow, I feel that perhaps I never will again!”

“No, don't think that, Sara,” said Simon. “You have your whole life ahead, and you will find your own partner, your own soulmate.”

“I hope so,” said Sara, “but you have set a very high bar, I think. I somehow knew that you would be a fantastic lover, so thank you for satisfying me and taking my virginity. I am free of that now!”

Simon chuckled and said, “No, Sara. Thank YOU for giving it to me”

Epilogue.

The following day, Anna called Simon to hear what had happened, though she had indeed been unable to resist a peek into her daughter's bedroom. She had heard ecstatic reports from Sara that morning and was delighted with the outcome.

She invited Simon to visit after Sara had set off to University, later that week, and wondered whether he was offering private music tutorials to anyone else?

He admitted that he had never done that before, ever, but that the experience had been so enjoyable that he might consider another student at some point. Anna fixed a day and time for them to meet, saying she was keen to learn how to play again, now that she would have the house entirely to herself.