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 Music has always been a very important part of my life.  It raises the
human soul towards the contemplation of eternity, and allows us to express
emotions otherwise inaccessible.

   But I have to admit, the main reason I became a piano teacher was so
that I could seduce underaged girls and use them for sex.

   As far as that goes, music teaching is a perfect cover for my pervy
desires.  It allows you to meet dozens of teen and pre-teen girls every
year.  And they're mostly intelligent, middle class, shy and introverted.
It's as though someone has done your triage for you, so all the girls who
come to your door are ready to be molested!  I've done lewd and outrageous
things to a great many gorgeous pre-teens and almost never met any
resistance that I couldn't beat down.  The trick is to be certain of your
authority and to assert it with absolute confidence.  To take command.

   All the same, I was scared to get started at first.  It seemed
impossible that I could get away with sexual abuse in a one-hour time slot.
Surely, any girl I touched would blow the whistle to her parents as soon as
they came to collect her at the end of the lesson?  In the end, I settled
on a subtle and gradual approach.  I should perhaps have chosen the most
docile of my students, but I chose the one who turned me on the most - a
gorgeous, sexy little twelve-year-old named Stephanie Willis.  Stephanie
was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen - a petite blonde with long,
straight hair halfway down her back and enormous blue eyes.  Her tits were
fair-sized bumps on her chest, and she had the beginnings of womanly curves
at hip and ass.  I really wanted to deflower her and teach her how to take
cock!

   I primed Stephanie for weeks with increasingly inappropriate touching.
At first it would just be a hand on her shoulder as I turned the page on
her sheet music.  Then the hand lingered longer and longer, and slid down
her arm.  Before long I was copping a feel of her tits, or stroking her
rounded bum as she leaned forward (at my insistence) to play.  And then
came the day when I pressed the bulge in the front of my pants against her
face as I stroked her hair and cheek.  I waited for her to pull away, or
protest, but she sat very still and let me do what I pleased with her.

   I knew then that I'd chosen right.  Little Stephanie was going to be my
first child lover.  My pedophile desires were finally, wonderfully, going
to be satisfied.

   My heart beating like a hammer in my chest, I stepped around into
Stephanie's line of sight and unzipped my flies.  I pulled out my
stiffening cock, slowly and sexily, and rubbed it over her face, peeling my
foreskin back over my hugely swollen knob so I could enjoy the velvet
softness of her skin.  The twelve-year-old's gaze flicked up to give me one
frightened glance, and she swallowed hard, but she still said nothing.

   "Stephanie," I said, gently, "I'm in love with you.  I want to be your
boyfriend and your lover.  It will have to be our secret, because it's
illegal for a man to fuck a little girl - but I love you so much I'm
prepared to take that risk."

   I leaned down to kiss the beautiful child tenderly on the top of her
head.  "Open your mouth, my darling," I whispered in her ear.  "We're going
to make love."

   For a moment, Stephanie didn't even seem to have heard me.  Then,
slowly, her lips parted.  Eagerly, I pressed my swelling glans up against
them.  "Lick it, my angel!" I panted.  "Run your tongue over my knobhead!"

   As I mentioned before, habits of obedience are deeply ingrained in
middle class girls.  Stephanie knew that an order from a grown-up had to be
obeyed.  Her tongue flicked out to make brief, timorous contact with my
empurpled glans.

   "Yes!" I moaned.  "Don't be shy, Stephanie.  Lick it all over.  We're
lovers, now.  Use your mouth on me!"

   The intimidated little girl didn't know what to do, but she did as she
was told, servicing my knob with her tongue at my increasingly urgent
instructions.  My cock was still outside of her mouth, and I wanked it
gently as I moved it to left and right along the sweet furrow of her lips.
Her tongue was flicking against the end of my knob with light, erratic
strokes.  She clearly wasn't enjoying her first taste of cock, but she was
doing her best and it wasn't bad at all.  I grunted in pleasure, unable to
contain my lustful delight.  My dreams were coming true!  A lovely pre-teen
girl was fellating me!

   Impulsively I reached out and embraced her, pressing her face into my
crotch.  My sweaty balls hung across the bridge of her nose very
fetchingly. "You're doing really well, my darling," I reassured her. 
"There are lots of other things you can do to me with your mouth, and I'll
teach you all of them, but I really like the way you lick my knob.  Here,
let me take my pants down so you can see it properly."

   I hauled down my trousers and underpants and my hugely erect phallus
sprang out completely free.  Stephanie blanched as she stared at it.  My
cock is about ten inches long when it's fully erect, and very, very thick.
Right then, it was more fully engorged than it had ever been.  Thick blue
veins stood out on its thoroughly rigid shaft, and my glans was as big as a
plum.

   "Kiss it," I suggested.  "Right on the end.  As though you were kissing
your daddy on the cheek.  I'd like that."

   Stephanie obeyed, and my cock jerked as the muscle at its base
contracted in pleasure.  The little girl flinched back from it, startled by
that sudden movement.

   With a surge of love and passion, I put my hands on either side of
Stephanie's head and shoved my glans between her lips.  It was a tight fit.
The lovely little girl's lips were stretched tight around the shaft, my
glans more or less filling her mouth.

   "Suck it, darling," I told her.  "Suck it like it's a lollipop. 
Fellating a man's cock is a precious way to say I love you!"

   Whether she loved me or not, my schoolgirl lover did her best to comply.
Amazing sensations enveloped me as she slurped and sucked on the head of my
dick.  "Oh yes!" I groaned.  "That's fucking great!  You're an amazing
cocksucker, Stephanie.  When you grow up you could be a high class
prostitute and do this to men for lots of money!"

   Carried away on a delicious wave of lust, I started to pump my meat in
and out of Stephanie's mouth.  I couldn't get much of it in there, of
course, but it felt great to fuck the sweet little girl in the face.

   "What we're doing now is called making love, Stephanie," I panted. 
"When a man loves a woman, or a little girl like you, he shoves his cock
into one of her holes - her mouth, her vagina, or her bottom - and pushes
it in and out like this until he ejaculates his semen into her.  I'm sure
you've learned about semen in school, haven't you?"

   Wide-eyed and shellshocked, Stephanie made an indeterminate sound around
my thrusting cock.

   "Of course you have," I agreed.  "It's the juice that babies are made
out of.  But don't worry, my darling.  I'm going to ejaculate into your
mouth.  You can't have a baby that way - and you get to enjoy the lovely
taste."

   "Mglwmphhhh!" Stephanie gurgled - the only sound she could make with my
cock pistoning in and out of her face.  I wished I'd had the foresight to
set a camera up, because she looked so beautiful right then, with her
lovely face being obscenely violated by my massive hard-on.

   Wanting to penetrate her more deeply, I drew her forwards in the chair
so the angle of her throat was shallower.  That enabled me to push several
more inches of dick down her gullet.  It was very tight, but I was still
able to maintain a steady rhythm of deep, slow thrusts.  Stephanie's face
flushed deep red and her eyes watered.  slender strings of snot fluttered
at her nostrils as she drew in what scraps of oxygen she could.

   "Almost done," I promised.

   And it was true, sadly.  I didn't want this glorious oral fuck ever to
end, but there was no way I could hold back.  I felt my balls start to
churn, and the familiar tingling sensation in my knob.

   I gripped Stephanie's head firmly in my two hands as I pumped my turgid
manhood rapidly in and out of her oesophagus.  "Drink it, my love!" I
grunted.  "Drink my spunk and consummate our love!"

   The orgasm rose through my shaft like a tidal wave.  With a groan of
ecstasy, I shoved down hard on the back of Stephanie's head, forcing her
down onto my engorged prong as it shot off gout after gout of sperm into
the twelve-year-old's gullet.  I've never come so hard, or so copiously. 
Stephanie's cheeks bulged and her eyes widened in panic as her mouth filled
up with creamy spurts of love-juice.  She swallowed again and again, her
throat bobbing as she gulped my load down - it was either that or drown in
it!  There was too much, even so: spunk oozed from the corners of her mouth
and dribbled slowly down her chin to drip off onto her white school blouse.

   When I finally let go of her, she slumped on the piano stool, my wilting
cock sliding out of her mouth.  She was red in the face and coughing up
thick white man-juice.  I gently spooned it back into her mouth, keen to
see her swallow every last drop of my orgasm.  There was a blob still
hanging off the end of my cock, which I wiped off tenderly on her lips. 
Stephanie gulped it down.  Her throat heaved a little but she managed not
to throw up.

   I patted her on the head.  "Good girl," I said.  "Good girl."

   I looked at my watch.  It was ten to five.  I had ten minutes in which
to clean Stephanie up and get her back into a decent state.  It was barely
long enough.  Washing the drying cum off her face with a flannel was easy.
Wiping the stains off her blouse was harder, because some of them smeared,
but at least I was able to disguise them a bit.  The trouble was that
Stephanie still looked disheveled and dazed.  Being face-fucked had been
something of an ordeal for her, and it was hard for her to pull herself
together.

   Fortunately, Mrs Willis, when she arrived, seemed to be completely
uninterested in her daughter's physical state.  She just asked me if her
daughter was making progress, and I said that she'd made spectacular
progress that very morning.

   Stephanie gave a prolonged, liquid belch, and the unmistakeable smell of
fresh cum was wafted to our noses.

   "Manners!" Mrs Willis snapped, slapping her daughter hard on the wrist.

   With a woeful face, the little girl gulped down my errant ejaculate for
the second time.

   As we walked to the door, I groped Stephanie's arse behind her mother's
back.  "I'm going to try some more new approaches next lesson," I said.  "I
think I can promise that your daughter will be stretched."

   "That's what we want," Mrs Willis said.  "Stretch her to the limit, Mr
Glover."

   And I promised, very sincerely, that I would.

   FIN

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