Stephanie

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 and have sex with underaged girls.

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!

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 needed to fuck her!

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 back 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 paedophile desires were finally, wonderfully, going to be satiated.

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 brandished it in her face. Her 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 leaned down to kiss her 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!"

Habits of obedience must be 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 head.

"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, so as I moved my dick to left and right, it was rubbing against her lips as well as experiencing the caress of her tongue. I grunted in pleasure, unable to contain my lustful delight. My dreams were coming true! A lovely pre-teen girl was fellating my cock!

With a surge of love and passion, I shoved my glans between Stephanie's lips. It was a tight fit. 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, and the 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. 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.

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 papidly in and out of her mouth. "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 mouth. 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 cum. 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 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 patted her on the head. "Good girl," I said. "Good girl."

I looked at my watch. It was ten to twelve. I had ten minutes in which to clean Stephanie up and get her back into a decent state. It was barely 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.