eat it and stick my tongue in its eye… I want your love squirting down my throat! Jam it in me!' Her pupils dilated wildly as she propelled the hypersensitized erection to her mouth.
'Oh, my God, Celeste… yesss!' Flambeau rocked helplessly to the urgent siphoning, feeling the welling surge almost instantly.
His ejaculation stormed crazily into her lips and the first blast of it triggered a shudder that raced through her bod. The girl was in spasm, visibly coming herself, barely able to keep her seat! He could feel the orgasm tremors pass between them.
And abruptly it was done.
With incredible poise and pride, she let her fingers drift from his cock, straightened, tossed her head to shift the dark shining tresses across her shoulder. Oddly, her hair seemed hardly disturbed. And Flambeau had minutes before clutched a handful of it around his organ when he jerked off!
She smiled up at him. Pouting, tantalizing lips puckered and she lifted her chin proudly without the least hint of embarrassment. He gawked like a schoolboy as he saw the slight movement. Beautiful neck that he had studied in awe for years. Only a hint of throat muscle movement, but definitely it happened. She had swallowed his ejaculation!
Her eyes danced mischievously and he saw the tip of her tongue snake to her lower lip to check for any errant drops.
'I want to do Bach's Fugue in D for you.' She was facing the keys again and he was her audience now, not her teacher. 'I feel differently about it today.'
The music moved in a way Flambeau never had heard. It had a new mood, a new pulse and a heartbeat. Her execution, always perfect, now was perfection with a soul. She was telling him what their sex play had done for her. His cock stuffed into her mouth had filled a deep need in her genius. Already he felt the stirrings of new lust for this angel of keyboard and song. Was this what made great talent greater?
Flambeau had told her she was the genius and her sexual wants were hers to claim. Now he knew he hadn't needed to give her the advice. She knew her rights innately.
He slipped quietly to the edge of the bench to watch. No effort to conceal the awakening penis as it climbed in reawakening urgency from the gaping of his fly.
Only a slight tilting of her head indicated her awareness. Little half smile as she shifted to contemporary Bacharach, lingering over the melody of 'Raindrops Keep Falling'.
'Let me hear you sing it.' He was her worshipping audience of one and the years of her training were behind them. 'He must have written it for you, my dear.'
She sang in a sultry whispering mood and again seemed in her own world, far away from all around her. Till she turned directly toward him to stare deeply into his eyes.
'I've always felt frustrated at this organ.' Her toes moved listlessly across the foot pedals. 'My legs are too long but my arms not long enough. On this bench I'm right on top of the pedals. Look. My fingers can hardly reach the Swell Manual. Isn't there some way you can make a higher bench?'
Flambeau's head swam. He had been nearly overwhelmed at his first indiscretion with a student of the conservatory. No matter how special the student, he'd already gone too far. Now, undeniably, she was asking for the ultimate!
'You needn't look astonished.' Her eyes were steady and penetrating as they searched his. 'I have wanted you to do it for as long as I can remember. You know what I want.'
'Why, no… I… think you should… tell… me…' The words walked robot-like from the man's lips. He knew exactly what she wanted, but had to hear it.
Dark pupils turned deep violet again and there was that jungle fierceness in her expression he had seen just before she fellated him.
'I want you to take me in intercourse while I try to play. I've always wanted to sing with you inside me.'
As though it was the most natural thing in the world, she scooped her skirt from under her thighs, then carefully avoiding the pedals of the foot manual, shifted across his lap. Flambeau couldn't believe it was really happening to them. Celeste was spreading her legs across his thighs, then pressing up and hovering there in almost-not-quite-contact of tender labial lips and rock-hard cock. No underpanties! He felt the warmth of her darling pussy flesh nudge his needy glans.
Very carefully she settled down on his erection and he felt the sweet yield of the most beautiful harmony in flesh he ever had known give before his impaling prick spear.
'Ohhh… you man, you!' Her frenzied spasm as he impaled her deep and fully almost brought him on and Ulrich steeled against the want to climax. 'Ohhh, I… I want… want you to come!'
He fought it, felt the rapture-driven clutching of her vagina as she was claimed again and again in rippling non-stop orgasms. 'Play!' he demanded, urging against the snug cunty tunnel that now clamped tightly in fierce effort to slow his penetration. He was fully into her and the warm firm cheeks of her ass were firm against his thighs. 'Can you reach the upper manual now?'
'Fuh… fraid to try!'
'Try!' He rocked against the taut buttocks and his phallus drove still deeper into her vagina.
Somehow she played, the haunting notes of 'Ebb Tide' coming jerkily at first, then smoothing. Seconds later she was singing softly to the sound her fingers created of waves moving and flowing in and out… in and out… Sweet angelic voice with a quality of sensuality Flambeau knew had never been heard – might never be heard again.
His hands moved around her waist, then up to the thrusting prominence of her breasts. The bra cups that were only a frail cover for the drama of her bust, gave way easily. He covered the rich swelling of her boobs with gentle, worshipping fingers. Turgid cones met his touch when he reached the centers of her breasts.
The girl seemed in another world as she continued to play and sing the melancholy words of the song. Her head drifted back and Ulrich pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. Then the phallus, which had softened slightly to the magic of her song, grew steel hard inside her and he heard her gasp. 'It's thicker than before!' she whispered.
Neither moved, but inside her vagina Ulrich could feel clutching cunty muscles grabbing frantically at his brimming shaft. He answered with little cock convulsions of his own and felt her nipples burgeon under his fingertips as her crest drew near.
'I… I can't help myself!' she groaned. Her hips began to writhe in anticipation of the man's coming and their movement brought on his crisis. In a frenzied cresting chorus mingled of flesh and music, they orgasmed once… then once more.
Very gently, very tenderly, he eased her from his softening penis and she slipped back to the position she had before it all began.
Shortly she was playing again, singing as she played, lost in a world of her own creation. An angel Goddess with a heavenly voice and an incredible talent. She was woman with a special quality now. There was a sensual, indescribable something in the way she played and sang. Without her saying it, Ulrich understood. Celeste had a talent outside the reach of earthly beings, but it was a talent best displayed moments after she had been engaged in earthly sexual encounter.
'Always remember, my dear…' His fingers touched hers as they stood by the door an hour later, '…always, you are the Goddess. And a Goddess with such gifts for the world must take what she needs from the world.'
Celeste smiled quietly, then stretched tiptoe to kiss him. Brief, fleeting kiss. How quickly passed their too short time together, thought Flambeau.
'Thank you,' she whispered, hurrying out into the hall, suddenly the school girl again as she saw her friend waiting. 'Hi, Jennifer!' The two locked arms and danced away to other girl things.
The last words a dazed Dean Ulrich Flambeau heard as the girls hurried down the hallway, were, 'Jenn, can you believe it? One more week till we all go off in sixty separate directions.'
'I can't stand it,' wailed the other.
Flambeau, watching the rear view disappearing around a corridor corner, remembered that impudent tail grinding his rampant phallus deeply into her gorgeous body. 'God help me,' he muttered, wondering why this day couldn't have come a year earlier. 'She really is a Goddess!'
