The Clarinet

By Liquid Vertigo

	I was driving over to Christina's house to work on the clarinet duet we
	were performing that weekend.  When I was about halfway there, I realized
	that I had forgotten my clarinet at home.  Crap.  Wait a minute, I think
	she has another one I can borrow.  Okay, fine.
	So I continued driving on for a while, jamming to the radio as I went.
	When I arrived, I stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door.
	I knocked a couple of times, but no answer.  So I knocked again.  Still no
	answer.  Hmmm, I thought to myself.  I tried the doorknob and it was
	unlocked, so I went on in.
	I went looking through the house, trying to find Christina.  Then I finally
	found her.  I had walked by the door to her room and it was open a crack.
	I kinda peeked in beforehand, and, much to my surprise, I saw her with
	nothing but a bra and panties on, and she had just pulled down her panties.
	I was amazed.  She faced away from me, her beautiful juicy ass right there
	in front of me.  I just kinda stood there, watching.  I didn't exactly know
	what I would say if I walked in then, so I decided to wait.  Hot damn.
	When her hands moved back to her bra strap, my heart began to pound and my
	cock ran stiff.  As she undid the hooks, I salivated.  If Christina had the
	largest breasts I'd ever seen with a bra on, I couldn't begin to imagine
	how big they were without one.
	The bra fell to the floor with the rest of her clothes, but she was still
	facing away from me.  I had the biggest hard-on I'd ever had in my entire
	life.  I wanted to just fling the door open, run up behind her, grab her
	ass, and ram my throbbing cock in and out of her again and again.  Whoooo.
	She made her way to the couch, turned around and sat down.  Holy sheep.
	She was perfect.  Her breasts were huge, her nipples round and perfect -
	just the right color of red, her ass I'd already seen, I'd known for a long
	time that she was damn fine in the facial range too.  Then she spread her
	legs.  Oh my freaking crap, that was beautiful.  She was shaved, tanned,
	and gorgeous.  I don't believe I ever seen a more wonderful thing in my
	life.
	Immediately her hands moved to her pussy.  She stroked herself over and
	over again.  She would dip a finger in and then lick it off.  One hand
	moved to one of her breasts and she caressed her tits, rubbing in circles.
	I thought I was going to cum in my pants as I watched her bring herself
	closer and closer to orgasm.  Then she stopped.
	She walked over to her desk and picked up her clarinet.  She sat back down
	on the couch, spread, and began running the reed between the lips of her
	dripping pussy.  She began breathing harder and her huge breasts heaved up
	and down.  Then she took the clarinet and started to push it up into
	herself, slowly.  She inched it into her moist hole, moaning and panting.
	Whenever I thought she was going to stop, she kept going, shoving it
	farther and farther into her hole.  She almost had the entire clarinet
	inside her cunt, and she stopped.  She grabbed one of her breasts and
	licked her nipple a little bit.  Then she moved back down and rammed the
	rest of the clarinet into her body, and her pussy lips closed over it.  If
	you hadn't seen her do it, you wouldn't have known it was in there.  Then
	she started rubbing her tits again, one in each hand.  Her hands moved all
	over her tits and she moaned even more and panted harder.
	She reached into her cunt and pulled the clarinet about halfway out, and
	then began using it as a dildo.  She would push it in, and then pull it
	out. In, out, in out, inout, inoutinoutinout.  Faster and faster she went.
	My cock was about to explode in my pants about this time.  She continued to
	shove her instrument in and out of her pussy and then she began to scream
	and yell.  The clarinet slammed into her pussy again and again.  She came
	all over it.  She slowed down little by little, and the finally came to a
	stop, and then sat there with the clarinet hanging out of her body and
	panted.  She looked at the clock and said, "Crap!  He's gonna be here
	anytime now."
	She hurriedly pulled the clarinet out of her cunt, set it on the couch, and
	raced to put her clothes back on.  A couple of minutes later, when she was
	finished, I opened the door.  "Hi!" she said, just as if nothing had
	happened.  I was amazed.  She would make an awesome poker player.
	"Hey, I forgot my clarinet at home…can I borrow that one?" I said as I
	pointed to the one on the couch.  Heh heh.
	She looked at it, smiled, and said, "Sure."
	When that reed hit my mouth, it was the most beautiful taste I'd ever
	experienced.  The whole thing smelled like cunt.  It was wonderful.  Then I
	noticed that her nipples were hard, and sticking out through her shirt.
	She saw me staring and…

To Be Continued…

Liquid Vertigo
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